When I got home I dumped my purse on the table and went through everything. Three times. It was gone. I called the bank--no one had used it since I had used it last week. I called the place I used it last. Not there. By the way, this is the inside of my purse after the ten pounds of useless stuff has been thrown away. I don't want any junkie-purse-owners to get a complex or anything.
"Are you going to cancel your card?" Phil asked.
"If I can't find it. I feel it's right here."
So, Phil went through everything on the table too. Twice. "Your card is not here. Did you check your pants?"
So I did. I even went through pants pockets of pants I haven't worn in days/weeks/months/years, just in case. I'm not kidding, I went through a pair of pants I don't remember ever wearing. The tags are probably still on them.
But I still didn't call the bank because I knew the card was right here.
Several hours later: I'm writing my blog and I remember I have some notes on "things overheard" in my notebook in my purse.
So I go upstairs, pick up the notebook...
that I had looked through THREE TIMES, thoroughly... and Phil had looked through TWICE, and put my fingers barely inside one of the pages and pulled out my debit card. It was right near the edge, not even buried deep inside.Now I ask you, how did it get in there? The angels put it in there, right? Well, they sure have a great sense of humor, don't you think?
In a week or two I'll laugh about it. Maybe.
PS It was probably mother. She always told me to look out the window to see the horse that I COULD NEVER FIND! I think there never was a horse. In fact this was the subject of my very first blog. My mother. What a jokster.
PPS I don't loose things but I obviously misplace things. Like money. But, hey, at least I'm interesting. Careless and irresponsible, it seems, but interesting. And now, I'm also the butt of angel practical jokes.
PPPS And yes, that's how you spell "butt," as in "the butt of a joke." I looked it up.
