by Marinka on February 16, 2010

Husbandrinka is sad.
He took a flight over the weekend and he left his Daily Planner on the plane.
The Daily Planner had A Lot of Important Information in it.
He thinks he left it in the back seat pocket.
He has called the airline, checked the airport’s lost & found and said a prayer to St. Jude, the patron of lost Daily Planners.
Apparently the airline industry is more concerned with Kevin Smith not fitting into his seat than reuniting Daily Planners with their loved ones.

“I don’t understand it,” Husbandrinka said. “My name and telephone number is on the first page. Why hasn’t whoever found it called me?”
“What I don’t understand,” I tried to help, “is why you didn’t look in the seat pocket in front of you, even though the plane leaders specifically tell you to check it for personal belongings.”
“I’ve been flying for over thirty years and this is the first time that this has ever happened,” Husbandrinka says. Right. Like that’s easy to prove.

He had everything written down in that book, and no backup.
“I may have an appointment today, but I just don’t know,” he told me. It’s like he’s getting a fresh start at life. Every day is a blank slate.

“The worst case scenario,” he told me, “is that someone is going to steal my identity.”
“What, by showing up for your lunch date?”
“No, I had all my various login IDs written down there,” he told me. But not the passwords. Because apparently, he’s been preparing for the possibility of this identity theft operation all along.
“So if they steal your identity, does that mean that I am going to be married to them too?” Because that’s really like the last thing that I need right now.
“I don’t think so.”
Like that’s reassuring.
On the bright side, if you’ve ever wanted to have lunch with Husbandrinka, he’s free for the next forever, so grab your chance!
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February 16, 2010 at 10:01 am

I LOLed. Because I also keep everything in a hand-written planner. Those fancy schmancy online calendars do nothing for me. I would love to have lunch with Husbandrinka and ask him all about his password tactics so I can adapt them. If he doesn’t write them down, where does he keep them? The mystery continues.


February 16, 2010 at 10:10 am

I lose stuff all the time. I don’t spend more than $20 on umbrellas, gloves, or sunglasses. I solved the missing planner thing by getting a Palm Pilot that was a phone. I loved my Franklin Planner with the pretty pages but less stuff to schlep is better. If I find Husbandrinka wandering, I will feed him.


February 16, 2010 at 1:03 pm

when i had a job, and a social life, i had a planner. i can’t imagine losing one. i hope husbandrinka gets his back. he must feel so lost without it. the bonus? you and the kids get to take advantage of all his free time now. i think you deserve a nice, romantic getaway to Bora Bora with him. take care.


Crys February 16, 2010 at 1:27 pm

I loose things ALL THE TIME! Of course nothing as important as a Daily Planner. I lost my youngest child in Wal-Mart once, does that help?


SoccerMom February 16, 2010 at 1:37 pm

I have to say that with all the new electronics out there, I keep all my important shit in my blackberry. If I lost it I wouldn’t even be able to call my sportsman to tell him , since I don’t know what his phone No is.
How sad is that.
On a side note, I would love to have lunch with Husbandrinka , cause mine sportsman has really been pissing me off lately. I find it’s always good to try on new ones here and there for “just in case”.


marathonmom February 16, 2010 at 2:02 pm

my condolences to husbandrinka….

when are you and mama free for lunch?


Roadchick February 16, 2010 at 2:03 pm

I’m pretty sure that St. Anthony is the patron saint of lost things . . . St. Jude is the patron saint of lost causes; however, in this instance, St. Jude probably was the right one to petition.

Poor Husbandrinka – my planner is my life. I feel his pain.


rachel February 16, 2010 at 2:46 pm

Shoot. I thought this post was going to be about Sawyer and Jack… Kidding.

And I know you took it, Marinka. I used to play that game with my husband all the time. It was so fun watching him sweat searching frantically for his keys, cell phone, wedding ring….


Slow Panic
February 16, 2010 at 2:54 pm

Oh Husbandrinka. I hate when they get sad like that…….


what pretty does February 16, 2010 at 4:40 pm

My husband lost his GPS. Yours, a Planner. It’s like when I lost my tennis racket a year after university. I was just tired of playing, and I think my ruffled mojo made it float away. That’s my theory, anyway.


February 16, 2010 at 5:42 pm

Sounds like it is time to put all that on a blackberry or something similar and sync it with the computer. So if it is lost the info is still on the computer.


deb williams February 16, 2010 at 7:24 pm

the plane leaders… hilarious.

i can sympathize, however. i left my copy of Hotel New Hampshire in the pocket last time i flew. Yes, i can go buy another, but i really liked that particular cover.


the mama bird diaries
February 16, 2010 at 9:48 pm

Oh that’s sad. Why isn’t he praying to St. Anthony?!


February 16, 2010 at 10:18 pm

I may not be the world’s best Catholic, but I’m pretty sure St. Jude is the Saint for lost causes, and St. Anthony is the Saint for lost things.

I think he’s been praying to the wrong dude. St. Jude probably healed his day planner of whatever illness it has, but St. Anthony isn’t going to tell Husbandrinka where it is until he asks nicely.


Noelle February 16, 2010 at 10:26 pm

I’m pretty sure this means it’s time for him to retire.


Andrea's Sweet Life
February 16, 2010 at 10:58 pm

D’oh. Poor, poor husbandrinka with all those free lunch dates and lost log-ins. But so lucky for that person in Akron, Ohio who could *totally* pretend they were Husbandrinka, lunching in Manhattan.


Gretchen February 16, 2010 at 11:06 pm

No, no, no. St. Jude is lost causes. St. Anthony is lost items. According to my mother in law, Husbandrinka must say a prayer to St. Anthony, then walk around the dining room table three times and spit over his left shoulder. It’s worth a try.


Sophie February 17, 2010 at 1:39 am

I think I might have Husbandrinka’s lost planner. Not because I was on that flight, but rather because I can’t throw away last year’s planner. Or the year before. Or… well, so on. He’s welcome to pop over here and sort thru mine. If he finds one with an identity he likes – he’s welcome to it.


Kate Coveny Hood
February 17, 2010 at 7:37 pm

I have been worrying about this for years… One would think that I’d make copies of everything to keep as backup (like credit cards, etc.) But I never do – fate tempter that I am.


traci February 17, 2010 at 8:34 pm

You knew he’d find a way to make you Sister Wives, didn’t you? This is exactly how Bill met Ana. And where are they now? With an illegitimate baby. That’s where.


February 18, 2010 at 11:18 am

He needs a Blackberry. But tell him NOT TO LOSE IT.

I actually have some stuff in my Blackberry and some in my Daily Planner and I have no system for what goes where so I always have to check both places. And then sometimes the information is in neither place probably because I thought I put it in one or the other of these organizational systems but really scribbled it on a napkin and then I’m screwed.

Airlines never help with stuff left on planes. I think it’s a secret policy. My daughter once left something inportant (her return flight ticket!) in the seat back pocket, we realized it immediately and spent much time begging them to please just send someone back down the godforsaken ramp to look – we knew her seat # – and they finally did and then claimed it wasn’t there. It was TOTALLY THERE.


Mary @ Holy Mackerel
February 19, 2010 at 2:31 pm

What happens if these people all call demanding sex (because you are now married to them all)? This could have a very very bad outcome, methinks.


Annje February 20, 2010 at 11:50 pm

My mom used to obsess about her daily planner. We had to make appointments to talk to her. No impromptu mother-daughter chats, couldn’t fit it in “Have you made an appointment?” It drove me crazy.

You are lucky he lost it, that was probably his next step.


Old School/New School Mom February 21, 2010 at 11:49 am

Oh identity theft. I guess someone must be showing up on time to all of you husband’s appointments! I can’t believe he wrote all his logins down in his planner! Aw man! That’s got to hurt!

Now he knows, check the seat pocket in front of him!


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