Hubby was in the mood to eat out upon seeing the adds from our mailbox. There is this Old Chicago Calzones (?) that motivated his appetite.
I was not hungry for this kind of meal but we need to accompany the Boss of the house. Yeah, my Zumba class was jeopardized but it's okay, to be with my family is a JOY.
Well, we drove to the nearest Old Chicago by our neighborhood about 3 miles from where we live. We ordered the same food, Calzones. Angelina and I shared and didn't bother to get a kid's meal.
On our way out, the snow were just pouring like crazy. Even our Angelina was so happy to see all the snowflakes dropping on her head and coat.
We arrived home on time for American Idol to start. I was downstairs and Hubby was in the kitchen when I heard him murmuring of something. I finally asked him what happen. Oh boy, he lost his wallet! It wasn't in his pocket and he went back to our garage and to our car but it wasn't there.
All we knew, he paid for the food. In order to pay for the food he has to get his wallet out from his jean pocket. So, we therefore conclude that his wallet was still sitting on the table and he forgot to put it back from his pocket. Yeah, we got sidetracked with our serious conversation with regards to this guy at Lafayette (picking up trash on the street) who died because of an old Lady driving with an Alzheimer's disease.
Anyway, Hubby drove back to the Resto and while on his way, I also called the place and asked for a lost wallet. Yeah, it was in their custody. God is great indeed! It's the very first time that my husband lost his wallet eversince I claimed him as my spouse.
I better go now and have a goodnight sleep. Shalom!