I just now found a gift I'd bought & hidden in the garage over 4 yrs ago!!

[Shine]

:rofl:
I'd done such a good job of hiding it that I was never able to find it, back when I went looking for it. In the meantime, over the years, I'd completely forgotten about it and just now, while I was looking for something ELSE that seems to have "disappeared", I came across this beautifully wrapped gift I'd bought for my husband many years ago. Guess I'll surprise him tonite for "date night". :D It's a very beautiful candle.

Jeez, I REALLY need to clean out my garage!! We're planning to tackle it in October, we've got a date scheduled and everything. :thumbsup: It's outa control.

Has this sort of thing ever happened to you?? Tell me I'm not the only one cuz I feel pretty silly right now.

[Rosie1223]

1. Not me, but a friend of mine

found a Barbie something she had Christmas wrapped and tagged for her daughter when she was cleaning her basement this spring.

Her daughter is 26 and got married last week.

[Shine]

4. Now THAT'S funny!

:rofl:

[bridgit]

2. that's funny hunny, glad you found it though...

i hope it didn't ferment maybe :shrug: :rofl: :hi:

[Shine]

5. Hey you!!

Good to see ya! Are you going to the meetup at WhoaNelly's? I'm planning on it and it would be GREAT to meet you! :pals: :hug: :hi:

[bridgit]

8. we are planning on it, will be up in seattle round that time, but the...

time-frame still looks very doable as we should be back by then, i'm looking forward to meeting all y'all as well :hug: :pals:

[azmouse]

3. Not quite as pleasant a surprise for my mom

when she hid Easter eggs for my brothers and I when we were young. She would count how many eggs she had hidden to make sure we found them all. Well one year one egg wasn't found and she couldn't remember where it could be. She 'found' it a few months later when she was doing some gardening... and let's just say the whole neighborhood knew the egg had been found. OMG!! the stink!!

[Shine]

6. Ewww, nasty!

Good story, though. :D
:hi:

[tigereye]

7. I have found those 'extra" Christmas presents in my closet

every now and then....

[Sequoia]

9. Heck no!

I'm afraid of my garage. I've got stuff in there since I moved 4 years ago still in boxes 'cause my place is too small. Lots of toys too. Come on over, I'll make you a deal you can't refuse.

[mdmc]

10. have fun tonight

I liked your copycat thread the other day. peace, :hi:

[China_cat]

11. My mother hid a $20 bill in 1960

She died in 1964. That bill is still missing.

[KayLaw]

12. Hoorah!

Oh, I ove that sort of thing. I wouldn't give it to him tonight: Save it until the next occasion. I keep a present closet, and, yes, this sort of thing happens to me all the time.

[Lisa]

13. I think that's sweet!

And rather romantic, that you can surprise your husband with it -- and croon a few hints about "time to clean out the garage" into his ear. I've got a number of friends who, in the intervening 4 years, would have gotten divorced! (So I guess the present might have turned up sooner, due to someone having to move house, but it would sure have a different meaning by then.)

My most embarrassing "hidden item" story -- my very first ATM card went missing, when I was partway through high school -- and it turned up just as I was leaving home to go to college. I had hidden it (behind the bookcase in Dad's study, as I recall) in case of break-ins, and had completely forgotten where!

[Kutjara]

14. A friend in Dublin is a legendary drinker.

One evening, years ago, she was spending the afternoon with some friends in the pub, as was her habit, when she remember she'd promised to go to a formal banquet with another friend who was in the Army. Already slightly tipsy, she dashed home, changed into formalwear, jumped in her car, raced to a DART stop (the DART is the Dublin commuter train service), jumped on a train heading into town, and made it to the banquet with seconds to spare. She then proceeded to get gloriously, charmingly, entertainingly drunk. At the end of the evening, she was so drunk that driving a car was out of the question (indeed, 'driving' her feet was pretty hit or miss), so she decanted herself into a cab, went home, and fell soundly asleep, ballgown and all.

The next day, she woke up, and had a nagging feeling that she'd forgotton something. The feeling persisted throughout the day and into the evening. That night, as she was lying in bed, she suddenly sat bolt upright and shouted, "the car!" It was, of course, still sitting in a suburban backstreet near the DART station. The only problem was that she couldn't remember which DART station.

She spent weeks searching for the car, but never found it. So, somewhere, in a leafy Dublin street, sits an ageing car, gently mouldering away, forelornly wondering whatever happened to its owner. My friend felt so bad about the lapse that she paid for an ad in a major newspaper, asking anyone who saw the car to either let her know, or to put down a saucer of oil so the poor thing wouldn't starve.