I got a space pen from Amanda for our anniversary last year. I lost it. This year I got another one and a commitment to get me a new one each year on our anniversary; she’s assuming I’d lose this one as well. I was diligent, plan-full, protective.
I lost it. Well, I thought I had. But the next day after having trudged home through the snow, done some stuff around the house, gone to bed, gotten up, trudged through the snow to work and done a full day at the office I felt a weird knocking in the cuff of my Jeans (that I’d wore the day I lost my pen)…
Long live the (current) Space Pen
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I so have a vision of this pen falling out of your backpack and as it hurls thru the air, just about to hit the ground it stops and says “Wait!! I’m a “space pen” I can fly!!” and then it glides into your cuff. Really.!!