The Ides of March has nothing on the Ides of April*. Fio isn't just referring to taxes, although they too were problematical: despite Fio getting the info to the accountant in mid-March, our return wasn't ready yesterday so we had to file for an extension.
Fio was peeved about the taxes, but she can live with it. What had her absolutely distraught was losing a BIG check and not being able to find her new cell phone. She searched the house over, then decided to concentrate on her writing, but she couldn't open the chapters of her latest masterpiece.
Odd little chills started running through her.
When Husband came home, he comforted Fio, adjusted a few settings to give her access to her chapters, then helped her search the house and the cars twice over for the missing items. Fio even went through four bags of trash.
Nada.
Both of them kept returning to her little purse and the shelf it sat on. Must have been ten searches of that area. Eight hours later, the last one turned up the check. It was hanging like Spiderman beneath the shelf against the upright--invisible except from just the right angle.
About the cell phone, we don't think we got out of the store with it and have put in a call to our Verizon retailer. We'll see.
*Yes, Fio, who at one time was a Latin scholar, knows that the Ides on April is the 13th, but she took literary license.
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