When you are married to a French Man and if you are not French, the first thing you must understand about the French is that everything must have a reason or a purpose. It simply cannot be… just because.
Anyway as most of you know I have been out of it with a cold. This morning when I woke up I did not feel myself but far better than the days before, I was happy-ready to jump out of bed and get going.
Then the Bad Nurse (French Husband's newest name) came in, and one thing lead to another, which reminded me that I have misplaced one of my coats which has my visa card in its pocket…
The Bad Nurse started going on about how putting important things in your pocket is not a good ideas. Pockets are not made for important things, and how could I have lost my coat!
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Oh that poor French Soul, that poor Bad Nurse, that poor French Husband…
First pockets have a purpose, and a reason.
Second I like pockets.
Third purses are a pain and I do not like them, cute yes, carrying them no.
Fourth things can be misplaced and not lost, Misplaced does not mean lost.
Fifth just because I misplaced something does not mean I have to find it the second I cannot remember where I put it.
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The Bad Nurse rolled his eyes, then looked at me without any understanding as to what I was talking about. In his world:
Misplaced is lost.
Lost is lost.
And lost means find it now.
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Made feeling sick yesterday seem like a holiday.
The end of the day nears, and I haven't thought of my coat nor visa card. I trust it is somewhere where I have yet to look.
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