WHY can't I keep up with SIMPLE things?
I think I have guy tendencies in that I just tuck my wallet in my pocket and go wherever. I don't like carrying purses very much because why bother when all you need is your keys and your wallet? With that said, yesterday I headed up to Wal-Mart and I had my wallet and keys in one pocket and my cell phone in the other. I pulled out the wallet once to pay for my food at McDonald's, and then I had the bag and I headed out to the car. I took the cell phone out because it's annoying to drive with two things bulging out of your pockets. I had to take something out of my pocket to get my house keys out, I know that. But, the grand question is this: WHERE IS MY FREAKING WALLET?! I mean, this is worse than before, because I have my driver's license, student ID, AND my debit card in there, and the debit card can be used for small credit as well. I KNOW I took it out of my pocket, though. I KNOW it. But where IS it? I nearly hypervenilated this morning, looking for the thing. Ugggggh. See, when this happens, I get all worked up and find it in the most obvious place. Gah.
It's in the house, but the question is of where. It's almost as bad as the whole bra thing.
I think I have guy tendencies in that I just tuck my wallet in my pocket and go wherever. I don't like carrying purses very much because why bother when all you need is your keys and your wallet? With that said, yesterday I headed up to Wal-Mart and I had my wallet and keys in one pocket and my cell phone in the other. I pulled out the wallet once to pay for my food at McDonald's, and then I had the bag and I headed out to the car. I took the cell phone out because it's annoying to drive with two things bulging out of your pockets. I had to take something out of my pocket to get my house keys out, I know that. But, the grand question is this: WHERE IS MY FREAKING WALLET?! I mean, this is worse than before, because I have my driver's license, student ID, AND my debit card in there, and the debit card can be used for small credit as well. I KNOW I took it out of my pocket, though. I KNOW it. But where IS it? I nearly hypervenilated this morning, looking for the thing. Ugggggh. See, when this happens, I get all worked up and find it in the most obvious place. Gah.
It's in the house, but the question is of where. It's almost as bad as the whole bra thing.