Found: Lost Harmonica and Husker Pride

I know that everyone's Mondays are manic. But today was a super, special Manic Monday for us.
This morning, I found Henry's harmonica which Henry would definitely put in his plus column, while I might put in the glad for Henry/possible migraine trigger column (just kidding, I love Henry's music). I have been looking for this harmonica for a long time, since before we moved to Auburn from Ames. When we packed up Henry's room I tried to keep an eye out for it but never had any luck finding it.
I figured it had gone the way of my old GEM and the Rocker's Doll; it was swallowed by the vortex that swallows only the best/beloved toys and are never seen again.

That is not the case for this lucky Harmonica. What follows is truthful description of Operation Harmonica Recovery:

"Dear!" Hollers Max from the upstairs to me downstairs.

"Yes" I reply, internally processing what I could have done/not done that Max would break his own rule of yelling between floors. Did I remember to flush? Did not put my floss in the bin? Did Isabelle eat the bar of soap in the tub again?

"Did you remember to clean out the cat box?" Max yells.

"Yes, I did it yesterday!" I yell back, feeling a bit more relaxed, as this morning is garbage pick-up and Max is just checking...

"Are you sure?" Max calls.

"Yes." I yell back.

"Well, Mona is taking a dump on Isabelle's bed." Max yells. I hear Max trying to find the words to communicate to Mona that pooping on Isabelle's bed is not okay.

My reply, "Well, it is probably because Isabelle will not let Mona into the kitchen to get to the cat box." I go and retrieve the clean up materials and go upstairs and clean up the mess, which required that I remove Isabelle's bed cover. It is when I removed the cover that Henry's Harmonica fell to the floor, almost at Henry's feet, who is particularly interested in all things poop. Henry of course picks up with this pure look of joy and begins to play...the blues. I am fairly certain that most Mondays you will not find a cat pooping on a dog bed that results in the recovery of a most beloved toy. In the car ride to Henry's daycare, Max shared a hypothesis that Mona may be a repeat offender and Isabelle has been taking care of cleaning up the tootsie rolls; she has come to think it is like when housekeeping leaves a mint on a pillow at a hotel. I still have not figured out how the harmonica got inside Isabelle's bed, perhaps she does not care for Henry's music...

NCAA Football and Volleyball season is here! Yeah! I received an alumni ad from UNL's bookstore with this hoodie in it on Saturday. I liked it so much I sent text pictures of it to Wendy, my sister for her opinion and Leslie. Max thinks is not attractive. The more Max espouses his distaste for all things Scarlett and Cream the more I like it. GO HUSKERS! (you can find one like it at: http://www.bkstr.com/ProductDisplay/10001-10041-10287-39814107-1?demoKey=d)