Holy crap, I am completely losing my mind. This morning I grabbed my purse to go to yoga and noticed it felt strangely light. I looked inside. My freaking WALLET was not in there.
I quickly ran around the house looking for it. Nothing.
I said “Screw it, I’m not missing yoga.” and left and went to yoga. I knew it was going to be a tough class because on Monday I had the best class ever since I started back. Hell, yeah, it was tough. I was pulling weeds this week and repulled that damnedable abdominal muscle. So, I got through about half the class before I had to just take it easy.
Ok, I still managed to forget that I did not know where my wallet was.
Anyhoo, I last saw the wallet at the grossery store yesterday. I thought there was no way I lost it there….but, to be safe I stopped and asked. They fucking had my fucking wallet in the office and NOT ONE THING was missing out of it. How in the HELL did it fall out of my purse?!?!?!? I always go and put my purse in the passenger seat before I unload my cart into the back of my car, so it had to have fallen out as I put my purse in the car. And it laid there in the parking lot until someone saw it and turned it in.
I am completely weirded out that I did that. GEEEEEEEZZZZZ.
Well. All’s well that ends well? Bubye brain, it’s been nice knowin’ ya.