Motherwise Cracks

First of all, I hate mumbling. That’s what I got on the answering machine – my son mumbling on not just one message, no. He left two consecutive rambling mumblings. Seems he lost his notebook.

Couldn’t find his notebook that he insisted is on the living room floor.  Here I set on that very living room floor, and there is no book. I am not freaking blind. There is no spiral notebook. He tells me to look again. Calls me the next day to see if I finally found it, like it is an inevitability. I take another sip of wine and pray to St. Anthony, the saint for lost causes, that he gets lost – real soon.

See this picture of St. Anthony?  He is the saint we pray to when things are lost. The little babe is telling him that the notebook is right there in front of his eyes and he is too blind to see it. That’s where they get the lines for the song Amazing Grace – “T’was lost but now I see” come from.

If I happen to find that notebook that he insists is here, somewhere in plain sight that somehow I can’t see, I am going to eat my hat.

St. Anthony must have had to eat his hat too from what I can tell from this depiction. I wonder if anyone makes chocolate hats?

I wonder who the Saint of Holding Your Tongue is?

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“Eating words has never given me indigestion.” ~ Winston Churchill