Here are the facts:
Tuesday Night: Q is out at a business dinner. He gives me his credit card. I order pizza.
Wednesday morning I've planned to go shopping for school stuff. Quincey wanted me to use his card. I can't find it. I look and look. I assume Quincey has put it back in his wallet. Later that night he confirms that he did not take it.
So here's the problem..I know it's in the house because I used it for pizza. I've turned the house upside down looking for it.
I didn't find the card, but I DID find the car keys that have been missing for a week:
I suspect I'll never know the location of the credit card.
And who's to blame?
Who else.
And my hate for that toy grows and grows.
Posted by: JQ | August 11, 2011 at 04:14 PM
She's being framed! You have no proof that she took anything. Such a cute little scapegoat. I think the pizza delivery guy has your credit card. And Quinn could have put the keys in that toy.
Posted by: Mum | August 11, 2011 at 11:18 PM