The Case of the Missing X-Rays

My cell phone rings. (Well, actually my cell phone didn't "ring" so much as "sing." Because, cell phones don't really "ring" anymore. If you asked my children what sound a phone makes, they would probably start singing "I'm bringing sexy back" and do some sort of little dance to go along with it. But back to the point)

"Hi!" I answer.
"Did I put Laney's X-ray on the table?" I hear my husband's voice ask.(Yes, my baby had to have an X-ray because her soft spot is closing early...but we got it looked at and everything is fine)
"Ummm, no. It's not on the table."
"What about the island? The couch? The bedroom? By the dog's dish? (Seriously??? By the dog's dish?!?!)
"No. No. Not there. Ummm, no. They have to be in your car. Did you ever bring them in last night?"
"I can't remember bringing them in. But they are not in my car."
"They have to be. They aren't in the house anywhere."
"Well, I guess I left them in the car last night and my doors were unlocked....."
"Jason, no one got into your car and stole Laney's x-rays and nothing else. They have to be somewhere and I don't have time to deal with this right now."


On Monday night, I had asked my husband to go pick up the films after work so I didn't have to drag all the kids into the office for 30 seconds to get the X-Rays and then drag them all back out and into the van. I figured that should be doable for him. She had already had the actual x-rays taken, so he was just picking them up and driving home with them. Not too hard, right? Well, apparently it is.
I had a thousand other things I was doing that morning (like fighting with the insurance company to get the visit to the neurosurgeon covered while taking care of 4 children) so eventually Jason said he would come home from work to look for the illusive x-rays.

Fast forward an hour and a half. The front door opens and I can hear the sound of the garbage truck driving away. Jason walks in, with a large blue and white envelope in his hands.

"You found it! I told you it had to be in your car."
"Uhhhhhhh, it wasn't in my car."
"It wasn't in your car? Well then where was it?"
"Well, it was sitting int he middle of the road."
"WHAT?!?!"

I ran over and grabbed the envelope out of his hands and started laughing. Look closely at the picture.





Can ya see all the small bumps and tears? Apparently, he had gotten out of his car the night before and set the envelope on the roof while he got something else out and forgot about it. When he drove off that morning, it had fallen off and landed in the middle of the road, where I am sure numerous cars (including mine and his) had run over it.........oh, and the garbage truck as well. I told him he was coming to the doctors appointment with me, because I was not going to be the one that looked like a dork trying to explain that story. He agreed to come with me, but was conveniently in the bathroom with Evan when they asked for the films. Coincidence? I think not! They said they were still in good enough shape to look at.

Oh well. I think I'll still keep him around. After all, he's the one that does the dishes every night.