On the first really cold Sunday this year Brett asked if I knew where his coat was. I went out and looked in the front closet. This is where we hung them last winter. My coat was there and his was not. I continued to look in all of the closets in the house. All I could find was an old coat.
I asked him if it was in the closet at work. He mocked me and said, "I don't leave my coat at work." So, he put on his old one and went to church.
At church I asked the custodian if she saw a men's overcoat in the spring. She hadn't seen one. The only coat she could remember was a women's wool coat - NOT BRETT'S. We were a little troubled.
Monday rolls around, and Brett heads off to work. Shortly after he left home, I got a call. "I found my coat. It was in the closet." He had the brand and the size, and it even had his leather gloves in the pockets. He then asks me how long I think it has been there. My reply was, "Probably nine months - since the last time it snowed."
He hasn't had to wear suits to work since May, and the weather was nice. We are glad that it was there and we don't have to replace it.
2 comments:
that's funny. I like the picture of the rainbows and HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY!!!
hahahaa! of course he wouldn't leave his coat at work. LOL!!! Nice, papa bird!
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