Agghrfarrahh
I lost a check for $203.40... A lady bought some books from me directly during my shift the Friday before last... the same day I wrote about the chalk butterfly. I gave her the carbon copy of a sales slip along with 10 books in a paper Trader Joe's bag. She gave me the check, and I remember taking it back to the kitchen and setting in a secure place among my stuff. I remember feeling it was quite safe there, but I can't remember exactly what my "stuff" consisted of. What else would I have brought that day? My corduroy messenger bag? A sweater of some kind? My purse? I have no idea. I can't find it anywhere. Nor can I find my copy of the sales slip. Which makes me think they're both together... somewhere. :( I hate losing stuff. I've become so absent-minded lately... ever since my book came out it seems. Its like, the more I have going on, the stupider I become. I made Maria the wrong drink 2 days in a row. I lost two signs I'd been coloring-in the middle of coloring them! And I'm continually getting halfway across the room when I realize I can't recall why I'm there or where I was headed. I'm just waiting to find my shoes in the freezer.