You don’t understand what this means to me. I lost my watch 4 weeks ago… I had pretty much accepted that it was gone forever. I had even started getting used to checking the time on my cell phone… and then, joy of joys, my watch came back to me!!
Could this week get any better? I hope so!
I should probably explain… you see, I have a tendency to attach an inordinate emotional value to cheap, easily replaceable objects. Try to take my eraser or pencil sometime, and you’ll probably see what I mean.
I have my watch, yay! It may be a worn out Target Timex, but it’s mine, and I hate change. I did not relish finding a new watch…
How I lost it: I forgot to take it off before going to sleep about 4 weeks ago, so I took it off and threw it out of my bunk, figuring I’d find it in the morning. Unfortunately there was no sign of it on or in anything on my floor, even though I could swear I had seen and heard it hit ground near my desk. Fritz and Emery made fun of me.
How I found it: I started my laundry. It was at the very bottom of my laundry bag. I still don’t know how it got there, but it must have fallen into my open and empty bag when I threw it off of my bed.
To be honest, I don’t care, since I have my watch back! :o)