Now, Where Did I Put That?

Yesterday, my youngest daughter and granddaughter flew here from Tulsa. I woke up, did last minute vacuuming, took the dog for a walk, got ready and was about to head for the airport when I realized I couldn't find my cellphone. I hadn't allowed time for this mishap so I was in a real tizzy looking for it. I checked all my usual spots: the car, my purse, and all bathrooms. I dialed the number numerous times because I often have it on the vibrate mode and knew it would be hard to hear.
I next had to retrack my activities from the prior evening. Oh dear, that involved margaritas. This was going to be tough. I'd driven to a sports bar, and then left my car there while we joined another couple at the club for dinner. Then back in my husband's car to go get my car. So that meant it had to be at either the clubs, or in my husband's car (which was at a golfcourse near the airport).
Great - just when I needed this to NOT happen. I wanted to get ahold of my daugher to let her know she'd just have to meet me outside at the airport, and that I had no way of calling her. So to the land line I go. Only problem is that I don't know her number as it's programmed into my cellphone. I had her home phone number in my address book, but not her cellphone. I ended up calling my mother-in-law and she thankfully had the number.
I was going to call the sports bar, but I knew it wouldn't be open yet. I then remembered that we'd picked up a friend on our way to eat and I'd called her from my cellphone when we were in her driveway. Whew! Down to two options, I next called the country club and got a recording. Left a message and was about to head out the door when the club called and said they had a phone matching the description I'd given. Yay! Crisis averted, but not without way too much stress involved. Darn forgetfulness and memory. And it gets worse with every birthday. Ugh!