Hey. Remember that time that I thought it would be just so festive to have a contest to guess how much money was in my change jar? And remember that super cool prize the winner would win? Uh huh - that Nintendo DS. If you need a refresher, you can look here. And to continue the sad, sad tale, you may recall that once Karen won that DS, it grew legs and walked itself out of our home.
I could.not.find. that stupid thing great prize anywhere. I do not kid when I tell you that I tore the house apart. I looked everywhere. And I mean, everywhere. I was significantly mystified. I always kept it in the same place, and it was - to state the obvious - NOT in that place.
I finally gave up on trying to find it in a respectable time-frame (or ever), and purchased a replacement DS for Karen. I never stopped thinking about it, though. My poor, lost, Nintendo DS. Every so often, if I was walking past one of our bookcases, I even stuck my hand behind all of the books, just to make sure that I didn't, in a moment of... weirdness, store it back there. I never had any luck there, and I'm pretty sure I'm glad about that one. Otherwise I'd worry about my 40-year-old self.
Let's fast-forward, through many, many months of the lost DS. Many months of irritating curiosity, wondering and wondering and oh- wondering some more, what on earth I had done with it. I had myself half convinced that I had left it in my car and it was taken that night that the neighborhood kids (or perhaps their friends) canvassed every car in a 2-block radius, looking for who knows what. We're fast forwarding, remember? So I need to stop talking about the past. I'll move right on to the present.
Last week, RW and I were watching a movie, or the news, or whatever it was we were watching. That's not important. The important thing is that we were sitting in our theater chairs, which are 2 large leather reclining chairs with a console thingie in the middle. When they recline, it creates gaps. I routinely find copious numbers of hair-binders under the chair, because I apparently remove them as I sit there. Anyway. My phone fell through a very narrow slot, and I started going about the frustrating business of attempting to retrieve it.
Since going in from the top wasn't working, I reclined the chair all the way back, so the leg rest was up in the air. Why, you ask? So I can get on the floor, on my belly, and attempt to inch my way under that recliner to GET.MY.PHONE. Can you sense I was getting a little frustrated? Particularly since RDub already happened to be lying on the floor a foot from where I was, yet he did not feel compelled to rescue his wife from the indignity of contorting herself under that chair.
This position also ended in failure. I admit, I felt like throwing something. Ok, not really, but I could have gotten more than a little satisfaction in flinging one of those hair binders in RW's direction, but alas, that's difficult to do when you have about a centimeter of clearance on any side of you. So instead, I inched my way back out from under the recliner.
I made it clear to RDub in the most loving way possible (that I was currently capable of in that moment), that I could really use his help. Realizing that his time had come, he started inching under the chair, while I flung myself across the top of it to direct his long arms from above to the prize, my phone. It was in that moment that something caught my eye. There was something lodged in-between the the chair and the console, about an inch down from where I plant my behind every time I'm in that room.
Momentarily distracted from my phone crisis, I reached in and retrieved the object. The object that looked remarkably like my Nintendo DS. The one I haven't seen in over a year. The one that still had the green battery light glowing.
Yes, yes it's true. The lost DS has been sitting with me, in the same spot, since - oh, the last time I saw it. Which can only mean one thing, right? We need another contest.
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