Saturday, May 06, 2006
If not for bad news
I've lost my wallet. Understand, it's completely my fault. I took it out of my pocket and I put it on a table, well within reach of the children. And we all know kids can't resist playing with something they're not supposed to play with. Which means now, instead of driving to school to study, I'm scouring the house for a little patch of leather with my driver's license and a receipt from Jason's Deli in it.
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My heart sank then. Thankgod it's in the apartment somewhere and not outside :(
Mine did too Michelle. I said a quick prayer. I hate losing my wallet or anything in my wallet, or my keys, or anything for that matter.
I do wonder how Steve could be scouring the apartment when he's posting on his blog...
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