The worst/best thing that happened over Christmas

[jesseh]

When we got home from the Christmas Eve service, my mother looked around and said, "Where's the purple bag? Jesse, did you take it out of the car?" I said no, I had just grabbed my bag, and couldn't remember what had happened to the purple one. Which had my mother's purse inside it. So she sends my father down to look in the trunk. The bag is not in the trunk. My mother's like, "Jesus Christ, your father put the bag down next to the car instead of inside it. I have to go back to the church and find it." So she gets in the car and drives off. My father and I try not to fret. A few minutes later, my grandmother calls. My mother had gone in through her apartment, and put the bag down there. So we have the bag, but no way to get in touch with my mother, because of course her cell phone is in the bag. I call the office numbers at the church, but of course no one answers. So at this point, we know everything is fine, but can't tell my mother that! Eventually she comes back home, all in a tizzy, because of course she couldn't find the bag at the church. We have it, she calls the sexton's cell, all is well. Phew! But stressful for a half-hour there.

It was the best, not only because the bag was at home all the time, but also because it wasn't my father's fault! Poor dad -- he always gets the blame.

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