The 'Bra-Wallet"...

I am linking up with Mama Kat for her Pretty Much World Famous Writing Workshop.

It feels good to be back and I couldn't have thought of a better way to celebrate my return to blogging than to talk about how I loose $hit all the time!

Assignment: The last thing you lost.

Ok, so to be totally honest, this story is not about the last thing I lost.  I loose things on a daily basis.  I do.  I R.E.A.L.L.Y do.  From the outside looking in, you might think I am one of the most organized, type A personalities going and that IS true when it comes to certain aspects of my life.  Mainly, planning parties and/or events, family scheduling and work related duties.  Otherwise, I am a total wreck in the organizational department.  Hence, I loose things constantly.

This story is about the last thing I lost that COULD have caused my husband to divorce me.  I am only kinda kiddin'.

Daddy Dave is annoyingly very organized when it comes to his wallet.  He has almost had a heart attack on more than one occasion when he has momentarily "misplaced" his wallet.  Which, by the way, is ALWAYS in the same location, without fail.  The first time he almost lost his mind it was a mad, frantic search for his wallet.  I'm talking ripping through drawers, tearing apart the house...it was, where it always is, in the left side-inner zipper of his coat.  How he managed to miss it (and continues to do so occasionally), I will never know.  Anywho, when he starts with the whole "I can't find my wallet" saga, I now roll my eyes and calmly walk to his coat pocket and "Voila" he instantly calms as the wallet "magically appears". *insert sarcastic tone here*

I, on the other hand am NOT that organized and while I have enough wallets and purses to open up my own small boutique, you will often find me carrying around this...

...with all my credit cards, ID and bank cards.  It's small.  It gets lost all the time.  It's quite frustrating.  More for Daddy Dave than me but I will admit, every time this little thing has done a disappearing act I vow to star using a purse.  I should probably note here that daddy Dave is convinced that if anyone gets a hold of our credit cards and/or bank cards that we will be bankrupted in a matter of minutes.  No joke.  He truly believes this.  Which might make you understand why the following "oopsie" was so significant...

Sometime around Christmas, I stopped even using that little wallet and started using what I have coined the "Bra-Wallet".  You know, sticking your cards and ID in the top of your bra.  Classy.  I know.  Don't ask me why but I think it allowed me some false sense of security that I couldn't possibly loose anything so close to my heart...LMAO!

AS IF!  This $hit really exists?
I guess I didn't coin that term after all?!?!?

I went grocery shopping one night before a meeting.  Long story short, when I arrived at my meeting I did the ever so in-conspicuous "Bra-Wallet-Sweep" to make sure everything was in it's place.  It wasn't.  The credit card was missing.  OMG!  I frantically searched the van with no luck.  I should probably confess here that the only other time I have ACTUALLY lost a credit card was when I was about 7 1/2 months pregnant with Ave & Bryce and it must have "slipped" outta my pocket (oh ya!  I was a "Pocket-wallet" person for a while too!).  Daddy Dave handled that VERY well and I am sure it was because I was carrying his children otherwise, I am sure it would have been D-I-V-O-R-C-E.

Since I was not "with child or children" I went straight into panic mode.  Daddy Dave had been riding my a$$ for years about using a proper wallet and purse and when he got "wind" of the new "Bra-Wallet", well, he almost lost his mind but I assured him that I didn't need him "policing" me and my wallet choices AND until I lost something he should just keep quite.  I wasn't very nice about it.  I wish I would have been nicer about it...LOL!

I hate eating crow AND I knew there would be some serious damage control needed if I had to tell him I had let the family credit card slip out of my "Bra-Wallet".  Because I was totally beside myself, my girlfriend called the store to see if I had left it there and when that was a big fat negatory, she left my contact information in the event it was "found".  I had pretty much come to the realization that I was going to have to face the music.  The dreadful music.

As luck or fate or my guardian angel would have it, I was 1/2 way home from my meeting when the store called to let me know that someone had found it in the middle of the parking lot...in the snow.  The lady on the phone was sure to tell me just how "fortunate" I was that someone actually saw it in the heaps of snow AND was "kind" enough to turn it in to the store.  She had NO IDEA how true that was.

Needless to say, the "Bra-wallet" is no longer something I use.  Ya I know.  It's something I should have never been trashy enough to use but from time to time I like to walk on the wild side...you know what I mean?!?!

Go get Your Inspiration On...