If It Weren't Screwed On

I used to be a smart person. I used to be capable and observant with a mind like a steel trap. Then I had kids. Well, at least that's my excuse.

Over the last few months I've lost my debit card a total of 3 times. Mind you, this doesn't include the many many times I've left it in a pants pocket, left it on my dresser, or had it get buried in the bottom of my diaper bag and found it later. No...recently I've developed a habit of losing it at random and unknown locations throughout the county. The first time it simply vanished into thin air. Ian and I both had to get new cards reissued (because we had the same number) which was an annoyingly long and inconvenient process. The second time wasn't as dramatic...I called around to the stores I'd been at and was able to pick it up. Then earlier this week I got a call from my credit union only to discover that someone had found my card at a bookstore and brought it in. I didn't even know I'd lost it! 

I'm now the poster child for the saying, "If your head weren't screwed on you'd probably lose it!" Sheesh.