The Search for the Missing License.

Last night was the season tournament for the church league in which my husband plays softball.  Since I was taking a bag full of blankets, I stuffed a dollar for coffee in my pocket and stuck a small wallet in the big bag of blankets so I wouldn’t have to carry my purse.

And why did we need a bag full of blankets?

Because, here in Texas, it was cold, Y’all.

See how bundled up we are?  We were still FREEZING.  The SECOC boys kept us on our toes, as we watched THREE nail-biting games in sub-zero weather.  (Okay, so maybe it was just in the 40s or 50s.  But it was windy, and we all know how horrid that wind-chill factor can be).

At least after all that suffering, when it was all said and done (around 11:00 p.m.) our boys won the tournament.   Yay team!  (My guy is the cutie in the gray Championship shirt).

Fast forward to today.  I’m making chili.  Because it’s cold.  It’s, like, 56 degrees outside or something.

I had originally planned to make beans and cornbread, and make chili later in the week, but I wasn’t feeling it.

So, that meant, there were no leftover beans to put in the chili.  So I needed to run down to the corner market and get some.

I went to grab my license out of the blanket bag.



Oh no!  What happened to it??  I checked the bag, checked my pants pockets, checked the van.  Turned things upside down looking for that little wallet which held my license and proof of insurance.  They were nowhere to be found.

What’s a girl to do?

Well, this girl spent an hour feeling sick while driving back and forth to the softball fields (in the next town over, mind you).  We searched high and low… under the bleachers, in the parking lot… I think my daughters even searched on the ball field.




Long story short, the wallet had fallen out of my pants pocket last night when I threw them over the end of the bed.  It was in my bedroom floor the whole time.

I am now doing what any self-respectable person would do in this situation.   I threw all caution to the wind, and had two pieces of this:

Homemade Rye.  With Butter.

Just keepin’ it real.

~Mama Tutu


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A Christian wife, mother, daughter, former educator, photographer, amateur chef, pretend gardener, alto 🎶, book nerd, cancer-survivor and laundry-hater.


4 Responses to The Search for the Missing License.

  1. Lana November 13, 2012 at 4:56 pm #

    UGH!!! Hate it when that happens!!!

  2. Jean November 13, 2012 at 5:02 pm #

    Cutie, huh? Yeah, that’s what I got outa all that (since I’d already heard the rest of the story) Well, I got that and a strong craving for hot buttered bread. :)

  3. Amanda November 13, 2012 at 8:50 pm #

    Funny! Although, I’m sure it wasn’t so funny while you were searching for the wallet. ;)

  4. Tracey November 13, 2012 at 11:25 pm #

    Laura, I can totally commiserate…. I do stuff like that all the time… And drive Derek nuts! However, I found myself calling the restaurant my parents ate after church on Sunday because my dad could not find his wallet Sunday night before church. After tearing up the bedroom, his closet, and waiting on a manager at the restaurant to check the safe, daddy found it at the foot of the bed on the floor, just under the comforter where it had fallen out of his pocket when he had changed clothes after church. Totally understand!

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