Uh Oh!  If I thought I was experiencing “baby brains” before, this latest episode has proven that I ain’t seen nothin yet!  It all began at the end of November…

Dave’s job involves updating websites for various companies.  One day, he excitedly sent me an email with a link to one of the websites he had done an update for.  They sell model cars.  The model car that had caught his eye was a red Mazda, RX-7.  A replica of the car he sold for a pittance to help pay my medical expenses (he assured me it was worth it for the baby, but being rather attached to the car myself and just a wee bit emotional, I retorted that I’d rather the car).  Anyway, I was very grateful and excited that he showed me the link, as I was quite stumped as to what to buy him for Christmas.

I immediately set about ordering the car.  Then the company owner contacted me and informed me that there was none in stock, however he may have one in his storage shed at home and would get back to me.  Alternatively, he said they did have a green one.  I told him that no, it must be red, and that my husband would break his website if he couldn’t get it for me.  I was joking, and I think he knew that, but he still sounded as though he found me just a little unhinged.  That’s ok – I am.  Anyway, long story short, he got back to me, and informed me that he did indeed have one in stock!  I set about paying for it and felt rather stoked at having got him exactly what he wanted (short of a real-sized one that is).

Fast forward a couple of weeks, and I was sitting about wondering what to buy Dave for Christmas.  Excited to find that ABC was offering Dr Who boxed sets for $80 instead of the usual $100, I ordered that, then prayed it would arrive in time.  After a computer glitch on their part which told me the “in stock” item was actually on back-order, then an error on my part involving me giving them the wrong expiry date for my credit card, it all arrived safely, on time, and Christmas was a success.

Then, on Boxing Day, something suddenly occurred to me.  I had ordered Dave a car.  And paid for it.  And it didn’t arrive!  Not only that, I had completely forgotten until now!  And it was public holiday, so I could do nothing about it (I’m a “fix it now!” kind of person).  After checking my bank account and confirming that the money had indeed been deducted, then checking my emails and finding a confirmation notice from the company informing me my order had been processed, I was even more agitated and concluded that it must have been “lost” in the post – or basically, I had paid for a product that some horrible person had subsequently stolen!  Finally, I resigned myself to the inevitable conclusion that I could do nothing about it until the next day at least, and satisfied myself with saying a few choice things about useless companies, and thieves who stole people’s Christmas presents.

By the dawning of Saturday morning, I had remembered that the company sent things by registered post, so I should be able to confirm with them if it had indeed been sent.  I restlessly sat waiting for 9am to arrive so I could phone them and sort the problem out.  Unfortunately, they weren’t open, and I was thrown into a fresh round of being annoyed at useless companies.  Setting my bad mood aside, Dave and I went to my parents’ place to try and locate some paperwork I needed (see post about our living situation), when just as we were leaving, I peered under our bed, far back in the dark recesses, and spotted a medium sized postage box…

Then it all came back to me:  Yes, a box did arrive, several weeks ago.  Dave collected it, and told me he had a parcel addressed to me.  I forbid him to open it.  He pranced about in glee shrieking “You got me the car!” in a sing-song voice.   He then brought it to the house we were staying at.  I then took it back to Mum and Dad’s and hid it under the bed.  THEN COMPLETELY FORGOT THE ENTIRE THING.  I am SO grateful for useless companies don’t open the day after boxing day, and so spare themselves from the tirades of mindless women who have completely lost their marbles.  Oh, help me.