Usually when something goes wrong (happens a lot) it's my fault.
Seventy-five mile per hour straight line winds that took down two huge trees in our backyard and destroyed my husband's outdoor tent/office? My fault.
Easter dinner at my in-laws started two hours later than we were lead to believe it would? My fault.
E's pale skin, K's curvy girl figure, M's straight hair? My fault.
But today something happened that couldn't be blamed on me because it wasn't my fault.
G has misplaced a very important document. He needs said document for a meeting he has tomorrow. When was the last time he remembers seeing said document? A year ago. Does he remember where he possibly might have put this very important collection of papers? No, not a clue.
I've helped him search, but so far we've come up empty. I would love to find the missing papers, so before I go to bed, I plan to try again. Even though I'm not the goat this time, I doubt I'll get to be the hero either.
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