I have a storage bin with small plastic animals that I get out when kids come to play. A few months ago a I found a 4" plastic snake after the bin was stowed away. Not wanting to get the bin at that moment I put the snake on my dresser to put away later. The next time I saw the snake it was in my t-shirt drawer. Assuming my husband put it there I put the snake on his pillow. He put it in my hairbrush. I put it in his shoe. He hung it on the bathroom mirror. I set it on his deodorant. The back and forth continued until I put it in his pajama sleeve and then it disappeared. After a few days I mentioned to my husband that I missed the snake. He just shrugged and said, "Maybe it will show up." A few days later I told my husband that I had really enjoyed finding and hiding the snake. I said that it felt like going on mini-dates. He shrugged and said something like, "Well, I don't know what to tell you." A few days later I went to read my scriptures and out fell the snake. No wonder my husband just shrugged with no comment. I taped the snake to the patio door and the back and forth picked up where it left off until New Years Eve when my husband and I decided that I should drive to Utah to be with my dad who had been diagnosed with pnuemonia. I was gone for almost 4 weeks. I was grateful to be able to be in Utah with my dad (who is fine by the way) and grateful that my husband and 17-year-old supported my being away but I had a day of feeling torn between where I should be. I texted my husband that I was feeling a little homesick. He texted this in response:
A mini date 900 miles away.