Yesterday, against my better judgement and the incredible 105 degree heat, we went to the bank to take care of a few things. I know I had my shuttles before I left the house, I can't remember if I had them when I got in the car. I searched but couldn't find the shuttles. I retraced my steps as far as my short term memory would take me. Still no shuttles. If they were a pair of my plastic Clovers, I wouldn't think twice about them. Those are easily replaceable here locally. But nooooooo....it had to be one of my new Pop-A-Bobbin shuttles and the Susan Bates shuttle I got from Fox some months ago. Now there's something to be said about a favorite shuttle or even a well balanced one. It gets used alot. Well after driving my poor husband crazy by sending him back to the bank to see if I may have left it there, and searching ALL over this house, I gave up. This morning after contemplating how long it would be before I can get my paws on another set of those Pop-A-Bobbins, I get a text from my brother.
Him: Hey are you missing some of your toys?
Me: Yeah, did V*** tell you?
Me: How did you know?
Him: Well could you not leave them laying around in my mom's car? I just got my A** stabbed by one
Me: Send me a pic
Him: Of my a**?
Me: Of the shuttles dork
Sure enough there they were. Slightly safe and sound. My brother's behind somehow bend the tip of the hook on the Pop-A-Bobbin. I think there's more to the story, but I'm glad they got found. He's currently holding them