Lose something...

pray to St. Anthony and if that doesn't work, than call your mom. I came home last night after a long day of work and Open House, to put on my glasses and crawl into bed, before I was due back at school less than 12 hours later. When I went to find my glasses, they were gone. I looked high and low in my apartment and in the trunk of my car and nothing was found. I ended up giving up and going to bed and thinking that I must have left them at the gym, because that was the last place I remembered seeing them. I went to the gym today and looked through the lost and found to no avail. I thought I was going to have to buy new glasses and without eye coverage, it was going to be pretty expensive. So I called in the big guns and had my mom come down and look. She thought we should start in my trunk and as we walked out there to my car from my apartment, I found my glasses on the ground in an empty parking spot. Not that I hadn't walked that same path atleast 5 times earlier. I think I just needed my mom to be there. I was so happy. I guess all I needed was a mom's touch.