I Have It, I Swear.

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    “When was the last time you had it?  Have you ever used it?”  She looked at me as if I were some sort of idiot; then pulled the trash out from under the sink and handed it to me.  "Check in there it is the only place I can imagine it being."

    Slowly I took it from her and stared, there was a mushy banana someone had not eaten from the lunch Sara had packed.  Ungrateful kids, wait, that was my over ripe smelly banana.  I thought I had thrown it at a coworker, I was pretty sure that was today.  “Honey really, I don’t think this is necessary we both know…”

    “Look!  I’m sure you have lost it this time, I can’t believe you would do this, again,” she interrupted.  Sara looked unhappy, actually she looked mad.

    “Babe, I’m really sor…”

    “Don’t babe or honey me you, you baboon faced jerk.”  Ouch, she’s a nice woman and once someone is labeled a baboon faced jerk, they’re history.  It wasn’t looking real positive for me.  “How could you do this?  Where did you leave it?  Clearly it’s not in your possession, I’ve expected as much for years, and this proves it.  I can’t believe…”

    In the interest of self preservation I made a show of sifting through the trash.  Hey, why were these perfectly good popsicle sticks being thrown away?  Just because they are a bit sticky doesn’t mean they aren’t any good.  Well except for the coffee grounds now stuck to them.  I looked up to protest the tossing of the sticks just in time to catch the end of her monologue.

    “…I can’t believe you forgot our anniversary, again.  You’ve lost your mind.  Keep looking; I’m sure it is in there somewhere.

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