“Hon!” Beth called to her husband Rex. “Have you seen my glasses?”
“Doggone it, Beth, when are you going to be responsible for your own specs? I have a hard enough time remembering where I put mine. I think I’ll start strapping yours to your head so they’ll always be where they need to be—in front of your eyes.”
“Very funny. Come on. I need your help. I’m running late, and I have to wash my hair.” Beth was shouting over the pelting shower water as she massaged her scalp with shampoo.
“Seriously, babe!” he shouted from the bedroom, “This has gone far enough. You’re on your own this time.”
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“Oh, yeah? Well how about you and your car keys? Who do you turn to every time you misplace them—which is just about every day? Me, that’s who. Then I run all over the house like a maid checking this place and that, hoping I’ll find them before you explode with frustration.”
“Oh, pul-eeze! That’s not the same thing at all. I do most of the driving, so it stands to reason that you share half the responsibility for the keys that operate the car. If I’m such a burden to you, then how about you becoming the keeper of the keys and doing more of the driving. Hmm? What do you think of that?”
Beth rinsed her hair, combing out the last of the tangles before stepping out of the shower. Her comb caught on something, and she tugged at it. Her glasses fell onto the shower floor. She burst out laughing.
“I found my glasses!” she shouted. “No wonder I could see so well. I was wearing them in the shower.”
Rex walked into the bathroom holding up his keys. “I’m sorry I got so upset. I found my keys. At least both of our lost items were where they should be—your glasses in front of your eyes and my keys in the bowl on my dresser.
Today’s Thoughts:
[God,] You guide me with Your counsel. Psalm 73:24
Thank you, dear God, for reminding me that humility is in order when I’ve had a senior moment.
