I lost my credit card. I mean, I didn’t lose it, lose it, it’s in my house…I mean, I think it’s in my house, but…oh, crap. Here’s what happened.
I was packing last night. I have to catch a plane at an obscenely early hour Saturday morning, and I don’t do last minute packing. So, I was making hotel reservations online, packing, talking to my sister to make sure she’ll be by to pick up the dog and feed & water the cat, and I think I set my credit card down on the computer table in front of my monitor, except…it wasn’t there when I came back downstairs from grabbing my toiletries. Both kids swear innocence. I tore the entire place apart. I tore my purse apart and went through every scrap of paper twice. I took everything out of my suitcase, looked through it, put it back in. I checked the pockets of my jeans. I looked on and under the stairs. It’s. Gone. GAAAAAAAAH!!!
Okay, it’s fine. This is just the backup credit card, the one I next to never use, and I can use the default one when I get there. And on the bright side, I won’t be able to spend like crazy. It’s just…I was planning on using it, dammit. That’s why it was completely paid off. I wanted that little bit extra for this trip. DAMMIT. sigh
Knowing me, I knocked it into the one spot in my couch that I cannot see, and it’s wedged there, laughing at me. I hate it when I do this crap. It makes me wonder how I made it this far in life.
Anyway, I cancelled the card. They’re going to rush one out to me, but even so it won’t get here til next Wednesday… sigh…