I was freaking out a this morning. The good news–only my parents saw.

For the life of me, I could not find my Oakley sunglasses in my car. I realized I didn’t know where they were when I filled up my gas tank at 10 a.m. I got home and frantically looked for them, but to no avail. Both my mother and father looked, but they struck out, too.

My fear was they had been stolen out of my car. Maybe I had forgotten to lock my car when I was in Hays one day last week, either going into Walgreen’s to pick up prescriptions, or maybe when I was inside Wal-Mart, or even when I was at Crista’s office last Tuesday and Dr. Custer’s office the next day.

My mother suggested I could have left them inside somewhere. But I almost never wear my sunglasses inside. No reason to.

It turns out the sunglasses had been in the car all along….at the bottom of a trash bag which was on the floorboard of the passenger side.