My Day is a Dichotomy
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Today started out as a pretty great day:
After pulling a late night of work, I slept in a bit on the couch while Lil’ E ate breakfast and watched Sesame Street. I got moving, did some chores and so on. I had a call with a prospective new client and it went fantastically (SO crazy how it came right in as I reduce my involvement at another). It was a beautiful day, low 70’s, sunshine and breeze, so Lil’ E and I headed out to the supermarket for rabbit bedding and a birthday gift, with a quick stop at the park.
On the way home, late afternoon, Lil’ E was passin out on the bus and I have a metal basket on wheels to drag/push around, (as well as two sweaters we stripped off in the heat and a plastic bag of left over burritos from the lunch we half ate). We were on one of the old buses (you know, with steps up instead of a curb level floor), and I pulled the chord, beckon E to rouse himself, “LET’S GO, BUDDY, THIS IS OUR STOP!” We tumbled off (quite literally) and made our way to the next stop for the bus home.
No sooner did we sit down when I went to grab my cell phone for the time. Cell phone, I think, … Huh, I feel like I am missing something.
Ya’ll: I did. I really did just leave my purse on the public transportation system. Complete with the following items:
- keys
- cell phone
- check book
- id
- 2 debit cards
What does this mean? We spent the early evening running to get cash out at the bank before closing the account, canceling our other banks debit card, canceling our cell phone and HAVING A FLIPPING BABY COW.
At this point I am also concerned with the fact that my address is on the checks and they have my house keys. FANFLIPPINTASTIC!
But, hey, its cool. It’s cool. Everything always turns out a-okay in the end, right? This week was so great, it was farting happiness. So the cosmos were bound to send me a little -okay, maybe big- hiccup. I’m still staying positive, so TAKE THAT, COSMOS! Whose cryin’ nooooooww?
could be that you will get a knock on your door from someone who found your purse and is returning it to you, as is . . .
and
it will be a family who have been searching for new best friends, are seeking a childcare swap, and just heard of a position w/ full benefits and a six figure salary for a guy willing to get the bugs out of the next morph of xbox . . .
so
you could write the memoir that will change the course of things on our bewildered planet, netting you fortune and fame and restoring humankind’s faith and trust in that age old truth “all things work for the good . . .”
OH, what I’d give to be able to give you a BIG HUG right now! Love you, mom!