Don’t you like these little photos of moi? See, the peeps carry me close to Their hearts when the three of Us are separated. Like taking these little pictures along with Them so They won’t forget me. Ah me. How could They forget me?
I digress. Sorry. I do that a lot. So, I missed last Saturday’s Where in the World? because I was staying with Sniglet during the thundersnow while the peeps were away celebrating Their wedding anniversary. Can you believe They got married on Valentine’s Day? Geesh. How sappy is that?
I’m digressing. Again. Yikes.
Pull up a chair and pour your favorite beverage ’cause here’s the story:
The peeps exchanged gifts on Valentine’s Day. To celebrate Their big day years and years and years and years ago. Gee, in dog years, that’d be…..let’s see…… naw, forget it. It’s too much to figure out, but you get the idea.
They were filled with joy as the evening unfolded. Snow blowing all around…champagne….good food…..beautiful, thoughtful gifts….the only thing better than that would have been if I’d been there with Them. (They were in Annapolis, Maryland, by the way. During the BITTER wind.)
Anyroo, They got all bundled up and headed out to brave the elements as They set off to walk to dinner. Yes. I. Said. Walk. With the windchill factor somewhere in the depths of the polar ice cap, which is melting, but that’s another story.
By the time They arrived at the restaurant, Their faces had nearly frozen off. As She pulled Her glove close, She noticed the anniversary gift had slipped off. No more special bracelet. Gone. Somewhere in the blowing snow along the way.
The next morning, She rose early to re-trace Their steps before all the snow plows, salt spreaders and snow shovels came out for the Sunday church crowds.
Nothing. Gone. She only made it halfway to the restaurant and declared the tragedy a forever loss. No way would the bracelet ever be found.
Later, before lunch, They both retraced the entire walk.
When this happened:
“There it is,” He said.
“Whaaaaaa?????????,” She wailed.
Right there. On the sidewalk. On top of the snow that hadn’t been cleared. Across the street from the restaurant from the night before.
Now, it’s as snug as a bug here at home. Where yours truly guards it.
I just don’t believe it. But, if the peeps say it’s so, then it must be true.
Have you ever had something so unbelievable, like that, happen to you?
Someone was watching over my peeps. And I’m so glad. Because I wasn’t there to help. Thank you, whoever you are.