I turned my room inside out.
I searched between the couch cushions.
I looked in suitcases full of clothes.
I even looked in my car even though there was no way it’d be there.
Where’d I find those two gift cards & $7 in cash?
In the pocked of a hoodie, hanging from my door around midnight last night.
See, what had happened is that in the last month, I’ve lost two SmartTrip cards (Count them, TWO), one of them (the older one that I had reported lost to my work) appeared in the glove box of last week. Then I lost it again…and found it Monday night in the pocket of pants that I had worn to work last week and put away with the SmartTrip in it. (D’oh.)
Then I lost two gift cards. I can SEE them on my laptop in the living room. I can SEE myself getting up, grabbing all of my stuff and taking them up to my room.
I do NOT see myself putting those suckers in my pocket.
I thought I was losing my mind. Maybe I already have.
Considering I ‘lost’ my keys IN MY PURSE this morning.
Someone just lock me up right now and take away all shiny objects.
It is a miracle I find my way out of my bed every morning.