I had to pay someone $20 today to keep up a membership that, if I remember correctly, has been technically lapsed since November.
I knew I’d be seeing her at a meeting today, so I dropped my checkbook in my bag three days ago so I would be able to pay her.
Of course, I forgot about the payment completely until I saw her at the meeting. Oh, but I’d outsmarted myself! My checkbook was in my bag! I’m awesome!
Except when I opened the checkbook, there were no checks in it.
So then I remembered that I had cash in my wallet. So I dug in my bag under Quinn’s extra pants and three pairs of underpants, as well as wipes, sunglasses, sunscreen, and more, only to discover that I’d left my wallet at home.
The forces of chaos are strong here in Stimeyland.
(I did find a crumpled $20 bill in my pocket. But not a drivers license, which is what I would have preferred to have for my drive home.)