Kiss Tanya and Abby, say goodbye and head down the hill to a great study spot where I most likely will not run into people and can get some time to pray, read, process, think, plan and write.
I walk in the door, head to the counter, order my stuff, reach in the pocket...
NO WALLET!
Back to the car, back to the house, get supplies, back in the car, back down the hill, back in line.
Finally at the table.
My little buddy, back in the pocket where he belongs.
3 comments:
Not sure I've called my wallet
"my little buddy."
Maybe I should.
Dude, I did that on Saturday! I braved driving in the snow to try and catch a flick, got there and I forgot my wallet! Pretty lame!
Dan, you should think about it. But if you are of the Costanza school of walletry, then you would need a name worthy of such a massive gadget.
Anyway, I name everything.
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