My husband purchased tickets to take Rosey Posey to the Hilary Duff concert January 24. He put them someplace and cannot remember where-which is more like me not at all like him.
They were a bit more money than we would like to see lost...And he is very upset because he never loses things.
Update: You guys are good! Thank you St. Anthony! I found the tickets on the windowsill in plain view. They were not there before!
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Have you tried:
"Baby Jesus, look around....something's lost and must be found! The Hilary Duff tickets!"
;)
Well, if they were something that were meant to be well hidden, then maybe they were put in a relatively obscure place. For example, where is the last place that you'd expect to have hidden something like those tickets, since that might also be the last place that the kids would think of going. Hmmmm, what about in your mud room, on a top shelf or in the barn, or someplace like that?
Ha...Hilary Duff...Glonnie James Peach listening to music...that's funny