May
29
It’s What I’m Here For
by Leslie
Today, I drove 20 miles to the next town to purchase a printer cartridge, milk, and items for Dave’s basic lunch. It was only after each item was carefully selected, placed on the conveyor belt and rung up by the cashier that I realized I didn’t have my debit card.
I had forgotten that I lost it.
It’s this sort of stuff that makes me think that the purpose of my life is only to make everyone else feel better about theirs.
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Ah, bless.
This is the kind of thing I do. ALL OF THE TIME.
It happens I guess. I heard someone call it MOMMY BRAIN.
Which seems fitting. I used to have one, before I became a mommy.
Thanks! I feel better now!
Brain fart… happens to me a lot. Sorry it had to happen after you drove 20 miles, though.
Leslie- I found a great site if you like lists:
www.girlawhirl.com
A list for everything!
hmm… http://www.girlawhirl.com/girlawhirl/publish/article_308.aspx?md=3
So sorry you had to drive 40 miles round trip w/o your debit card. Reminds of the time I had to go into the office to meet a deadline. I forgot my badge and I couldn’t get into the building….50 miles round trip. I had to go home and get the badge and go back to the office again. Another 50 miles round trip. I’m glad I don’t work there anymore.
Ouch that hurts, both the reminder and the long ass wasted drive.
I’m so glad to know I’m not alone.