i thought i lost my wallet yesterday.
when i realized it wasn't in my back pocket, i was totally fine; i figured i simply hadn't taken it off the credenza when i was getting ready to leave for work. see, i'm infamous for forgetting things, but, as a rule, i don't lose things. i temporarily misplace them, sure, but i know i'll find them fairly soon. like most humans, i'm a creature of habit. every day i walk in, kick off my shoes, kiss my husband and then leave my jacket and bag on the chair, and put my wedding and engagement rings, my wallet, cell phone and work ID on the credenza. every day; almost without fail. when stephen got home from work, though, he told me that it wasn't on the credenza. that's when i panicked.
it took me 5 minutes to devise an entire scenario where our trip to canada would be cancelled, because there is no way i'd be able to get a duplicate driver's license or a new debit card in a week; i'd have to cancel my bottomless starbuck's card (which i registered, like 5 years ago, and refill weekly) and try and get new insurance cards, to replace the ones i just received last week. i thought i lost one of my favorite pictures of stephen, from when we 1st started dating, and to which i'd attached our very 1st fortune cookie fortune "stop searching forever, happiness is right next to you". i lost my Social Security card, my voter registration card and a couple of reward certificates from Best Buy. now somebody could steal my identity, vote for Mc Cain and buy a wii game for nothing.
it wasn't until i thought it was gone that i'd realized how much i keep in that "deck of cards sized brick" in my back pocket; it wasn't until it was gone that i realized how much i'd lost. naturally i freaked and looked all around my desk, called the bus company and my office's security team to see if it was turned into either of their lost and found, and even went to the men's room to see if it dropped out. nothing.
luckily, stephen called me 15 minutes later and told me that it was in my pants pocket from the day before.
6 comments:
Stephen's the best!
so what have you learned?
I just hate that sick feeling when you know something is lost. awful...
"learned"? **twirls hair** waddayoomean?
Awww, he likes getting into your pants even when you're not in them...
*Whew* Stephen is fab.
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