flaked
ok, so i did a stupid thing today. i went and left my organizer on top of my car when trying to get the kids out the door. guess what, its gone!! bye bye. didn’t even realize it until we went to go buy a bike for simon’s birthday. i tore the house and car apart looking, trying not to succumb to the panicky hissy-fit i’ve been known to throw in the past*.
so, we went driving along the rode i was on looking for a very small black organizer, didn’t fine it (no surprise there). we stopped by the police station and asked if anyone had turned it in. i’ll take a moment here to point out that police stations give me this weird creepy feeling. i know i haven’t done anything WRONG, but i still don’t like being there. anyway…
so, i’ve called the bank, filed the police report, and now my organizer with all my phone numbers and addresses are GONE. shit shit shit and sheiβe. and here i always said that hard copy was better. the IRONY of it ALL *slaps hand to forhead*.
so, here’s a handy note. keep backup copies of all important information and photocopies of any documents in your wallet/oranizer. yes, this is a good thing.
and now, i go kill things. (no silly, computer games)
** footnote: ok, in referance to my fore-mentioned hissy-fits. i have a temper (goes with the territory of being a redhead). sometimes my temper gets the better of me, and i realize it afterward. this usually makes me feel very small and i want to go run and hide under the couch. however, i have found that being aware of one’s tendencies allows you to come at them with a rational mindset. i have made great strides toward this effort, with the exception of about 4 days out of a month. (all married men are now chuckling knowingly to themselves)