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nephirOn my way into school this morning I made the discovery that I didn't have my wallet with me.
I texted the Eldest Spawn as she was going to be out of the house to see if she could spot and let me know, in the hopes that she could bring it to me.
No luck she says. I begin to panic. Last time I had seen it that I could remember was at the college the day before where I had whipped it out to buy a bottle of water because I'd left my refillable one at home on accident.
Let me clarify -- I carry a bifold wallet in my bra, which contains my bank cards, my insurance card, my drivers license, any cash (very unlikely) and a Morgan Silver Dollar coin that has great sentimental value. Oh yeah, and the Starbucks card that actually has money one it!
Normally when I get home I take it out, place on desk then strip off my torture device; ie the BRA. I'm a big girl and I have big boobs. Nuff said.
I decide it's worth the gas cost to drive back home to look for it myself and steel myself for having to replace said data bits which would include me having to blow off a class to deal with the bank and Washington's licensing service. No joy.
Got home, searched around the desk, no wallet!
went into the dark bedroom where the Beloved Spouse is sleeping and hunted in the dark. No luck! Panic sets in when I spot a dark object where no object should be. There, wedged inbetween the crafts bins and the closet edge was my wallet.
Whew! Panic attack averted, lunch has been had so now I can drive out to the college again without feeling like I am going to get pulled over at any second.
And how is your Wednesday going?
I texted the Eldest Spawn as she was going to be out of the house to see if she could spot and let me know, in the hopes that she could bring it to me.
No luck she says. I begin to panic. Last time I had seen it that I could remember was at the college the day before where I had whipped it out to buy a bottle of water because I'd left my refillable one at home on accident.
Let me clarify -- I carry a bifold wallet in my bra, which contains my bank cards, my insurance card, my drivers license, any cash (very unlikely) and a Morgan Silver Dollar coin that has great sentimental value. Oh yeah, and the Starbucks card that actually has money one it!
Normally when I get home I take it out, place on desk then strip off my torture device; ie the BRA. I'm a big girl and I have big boobs. Nuff said.
I decide it's worth the gas cost to drive back home to look for it myself and steel myself for having to replace said data bits which would include me having to blow off a class to deal with the bank and Washington's licensing service. No joy.
Got home, searched around the desk, no wallet!
went into the dark bedroom where the Beloved Spouse is sleeping and hunted in the dark. No luck! Panic sets in when I spot a dark object where no object should be. There, wedged inbetween the crafts bins and the closet edge was my wallet.
Whew! Panic attack averted, lunch has been had so now I can drive out to the college again without feeling like I am going to get pulled over at any second.
And how is your Wednesday going?
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Date: 6 Oct 2010 20:43 (UTC)Wednesday is going well. Had a blast making the babe giggle in my room today, and that's the only thing keeping me from going crazy about her not sleeping. The SGT was told to gtfo of the office about fifteen minutes ago, because he'll be there for three and a half hours extra tomorrow for a meeting.
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Date: 7 Oct 2010 03:18 (UTC)