Happy New Year’s Eve. Hopefully you’ll get a chuckle out of this story, as did I when it happened.
I’d given myself a present for Christmas, just an impulse buy—a necklace I’d found whilst shopping for gifts for others. To justify my spend, I put it under the tree, signed as Vernon. As my widowed friend Sandy says: “Just because the husband is gone, doesn’t mean the gifts have to stop!” On Monday, I put it on before visiting my friend Lucy. We walked her dogs around the block, but on our return, I realized the necklace was gone. I didn’t expect to find it, as I kept telling Lucy, as we retraced our steps. I told her it was silly of me to even attach his name to the gift, when really I bought it for myself. It was stupid of me to even make that kind of trick-attachment to any item, creating sentiment where it wasn’t before. And sure enough, I didn’t find it.
Later in the day, when we were about to leave, I had the impulse to check my clothing, perhaps the necklace had fallen when I took off my scarf. At once, a golden glint! It had fallen into my BRA, tucked away without my notice for the past several hours. Maybe it was from Vernon after all! 🙂 The humor of ghosts—it’s an acquired taste.
Happy New Year, everyone! Thanks for being alongside my family through this past one. I am forever grateful. Many, many blessings upon all your heads! And may your ghosts make you laugh.
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Love it!
Smiling. I’ve done that trick with a few items. Losing them in my clothing. I’m happy you found it. And I must believe that Vernon would want you to buy something special for yourself on any and every occasion. Love
Lovely story. Love you sweet pea xxxx may your new year be filled with sparkles and adventures
I love this story and it did make me laugh. I guess one lesson is to keep wearing a bra! 😀 Happy New Year, lady. Much love your way…❤❤❤
Allison,
You can never tell why it got lost in a place that Vernon would have loved. I see nothing wrong with you getting something for yourself and saying it was from Vernon.
Have a great new year.
Hugs,
Becky