Looking for my marbles....

Today was my grand-daughter's 4th birthday. It was a tea party. I already had her gift, a dozen of the sweetest ribboned barretts in a cute little lunchbox with a gift card. I gathered up my camera, an extra battery, the gift - oh, better put that in a gift bag. Maybe you are from the era when little girls raided their mother's closet for treasures such as hats, scarves and necklaces and dressed up for tea parties. At the end of a bad week, I was so looking forward to this fun with the girls.

I was ready to go but could not find the camera or the extra battery. I knew that I was facing a freeway closure 10 miles down the road so flailing around looking for the camera was stressing me out. Oh well, I grabbed my husband's camera and I jumped in the car and took off...late. The highway closure sent me down 67 to Scripps-Poway Parkway, then Interstate 15 to State 52 then 125 and finally 94. I arrived 30 minutes late.



My DIL had pretty sashes (ala Miss America) for each little girl with labels like "Diva", "Princess", "Cutey", etc. There were little finger sandwiches on a fancy platter, pink frosted cupcakes and lemonade in china cups. It was such a fun party. I wanted to take photos but could not figure out my husband's camera. Then serendipity struck and I figured out how to take a movie using my husbands camera. Madison started to open her gifts. There were lots of Barbie items, clothes, and then she opened the little lunchbox I brought. Voila, lots of barretts,a gift card, my camera and battery....wait a minute. Yeah, I remembered putting the camera in the lunchbox so I could carry everything out to my purse. Doh!

It was hard to explain my thought processes to my DIL and her entire family. What is the camera doing in there? I must have looked like a moron. I certainly felt like one at the time. OK, it's time to put on your big girl panties, say your goodbyes and leave before you look totally dumb. But first, I grabbed some Ruffle potato chips on a paper plate to munch on for the 40 mile return home.

I got out to the car and could not find my phone. I looked thru the car, my purse and went back inside to look for it. There were 30 or 40 people there by then, lots of kids and here comes that crazy grand-mother. My DIL's mother tried calling my cell phone, everybody stopped and looked for my phone. I felt like such a loser. I gave up on the phone and left again.

When I got to the car, I put my plate of chips on the car, and decided to search for the phone again. Not in the back seat; not in the front seat; but when I looked at my purse one more time, there it was. How did I miss it the first time? So sitting in front of the house, I called my DIL and told her that I found my phone. I was so glad that I didn't have to go back inside. "Suck it up and move on". I started the car and headed down gthe street....leaving a vapor trail of Ruffles behind me. sigh.