Yes, that's what I said. Another day in the adventures of Fudgie. My friends at work say I should write a book about this monkey; after all, he is part of the family. Well, yesterday I took the girls to see Confessions of a Shopaholic. Great movie. I loved it, girls loved it, Fudgie came and loved it. Fudgie stayed. Of course, I didn't know this until 9:00 p.m. last night. KK came in with sad eyes and said, "I can't find Fudgie". I already knew. Well, I will call the movie theater and find out if he is in the lost and found. Guess what, the movie theater is automated; you cannot get a live person on that phone if you wanted to give away 1 million dollars. So, you know what I had to do. . . . I loaded the kids up in the car, in their pajamas and headed up to the movie theater. (Sidenote, Chad was working or none of this would have taken place-he thinks the monkey should stay home-don't tell him, but he's right). Anyway, get to the window, crabby window woman says, "Nope, no stuffed monkey in here"-she looked really concerned (can you feel the sarcasm? Of course, why would anyone else be concerned about a stuffed monkey? Anyway, I proceed to the theater where we had seen the show. Of course, another movie is playing, but I walk right up to where we were sitting and asked the people if I could feel under their seats; these nice people actually gave me their cell phones to use for light! Long story short, Fudgie was behind the seats, against the wall, in a ball. Luckily the little guys who clean the theater weren't very thorough that day. Our family is now complete again. I thought KK and Em were going to cry when I came back out with the monkey. The things we do for our kids. . .I guess I'm a little attached to him to:)
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