What once was lost, now is found...

This morning was a coup. Not only did I leave the house in time to get my ribs put back where they belong (ahem, spinning hunched over to the side is pretty bad for you), but two other terrific things happened.

I found an elusive tube of lipstick. I've been looking for it for almost a month. It was in the very bottom of the purse.

And.

MY WALLET TURNED UP!!!

[Props to Mom.]

On Monday, when it first decided to try a day in the life of sitting on the chair, Andrew was digging in my purse, after Mom and I had given it (ahem) several thorough cavity searches.

"If you find my wallet in there, I won't buy yarn for a year," I said, confident that it wouldn't be found.

For some reason, he was very motivated to find my wallet in my purse. He may have even tried willing it to appear.

I can't imagine why.