I've got a funny story

This is about my husband.  I have laughed too much about it, so figured I would share.

My Larry is probably the most "with it" person in the world, when it comes to being prepared, always knowing where his keys are, never losing stuff.  Heck, he takes our good silverware to work with him and always remembers to bring it home.  I'm the total opposite.  I lose stuff. 

When I was pregnant with the twins, I lost our debit card.  I refuse to carry one (mainly because I lose stuff), so we only have one card.  He always carries it.  We went to the Golden Corral one night for dinner.  This was within a month of the babies being born, so I was huge and miserable, attracting stares everywhere we went. 

Aidan was acting up, not too bad, just not wanting to stand in line.  Larry was trying to pay, I was too huge to wrestle with Aidan, so Larry handed me the debit card and picked Aidan up.  I SWEAR I stuck the card in my coat pocket.  I know I did.  Well, later we needed it and it was gone.  He was so nice about it.  I would have been all, "You dumb broad, you'd lose your head if it wasn't attatched!"  but he really was nice. 

He called and cancelled it, got a new one right away.  That was no more than seven and a half or eight months ago.  So, the card was still relatively new.  It started, in the last few weeks, to not register on the card readers.  The magnetic strip was shot, but it would work at some places, so we kept putting off ordering a new one.  There was one tense evening at Costco when it absolutely would NOT work, and there was only 2 cashiers, both busy as beavers, and we had to wait around for someone to come up and enter it manually. Larry was afraid people would think we were overdrawn or something.  He was so mad.  After that night, he went to the bank the next day to get another one.  Which brings us to the Target incident. I'm cracking up right now just thinking about it.

The girls were running low on formula, so Larry took Aidan to Target to get three things,  formula, a metal spatula, and a carton of Diet Dew for his lunches.  He went, I was chopping meat and veggies for supper, waiting for my new spatula to start cooking.

He called and said, "Guess what.  I don't have my card."
"Where is it?" I asked, knowing full well I hadn't lost it THIS time.

"Go look in the bedroom by the computer.  I'm so stupid. When I called to activate it, I must have forgotten to put it back in my wallet."

So, while he was on the phone, I went in and looked. And looked. And looked.  And finally, across the room from the computer, by our TV, I found one.  "Is it blue with a mountain on it?"  

"Yep. I'm almost home, just run it out to me."

So, I did, and he went back to Target for the second time.

Ten minutes later, he's calling again.

"That was the old card. It was declined. Go in the bedroom and look again for the new one. I don't know what happened to it!"

By this time, my husband was really upset.  He HATES to not be prepared.  He lays out his clothes and packs his lunch  before he goes to bed, even, so everything is ready.  This whole fiasco was really getting to him.  I went in the bedroom, and found it.  It had somehow fallen into my sock drawer (Still nowhere near the computer, but that's another story.)

He and Aidan pulled in the drive again, I ran the card out to him, he checked it to make sure it was the right one, and headed back to Target for the THIRD time.

They got home, I cooked supper and we got ready to eat.  He went out to the garage fridge to get us a pop.  He came back in so flustered his face was red.  "Guess what."

"What, honey?"

"I left my damn pop at Target! Right at the service desk!"  He was so mad.  Didn't help that I busted out with a huge belly laugh that would do Roseanne Barr proud! 

He made me call Target and ask if they still had it.  When I called, I said, "Hi, my name is Lori, my husband was in there several times this evening, and I think-------" and the woman cut me off.

"Was he the debit card guy, with the little boy?"

I busted out again.  Yep, he was.

"We have his pop here at the service desk.  He just needs to bring the receipt."

He wouldn't go.  So, I ran in there today and got it.  And the woman said, "I felt so sorry for your husaband yesterday. I could tell he was aggrivated."  I just laughed again.  It struck me so funny.  He hates Target, anyway, and had to make 3 trips in the span of 45 minutes.  God love him.