Friday evening, Monica went to Subway to buy dinner. I sent my debit card with her for payment. She stopped at the McDonald's drive-thru to get Kami a happy meal. While she was there, she dropped my debit card between the seat and the console. She told me that factoid when she called to tell me she was headed home.
When she came in, she had a happy meal, three subway sandwiches, change (from the cash she used at McDonald's,) her keys, and her purse. "I found your debit card!" she said. At that point, she swears she handed it to me, and I kinda remember her doing so. Kinda.
Saturday, the girls spent all day in Concordia with the I-70 Conference Band. They always end that day with a concert, so Kevin, Kami and I headed there to watch. It was short and sweet and enjoyable. We then stopped at Biffle's BBQ for dinner. So did other folks from here, so there were folks there that we knew. When it came time to pay, I opened my wallet and sucked air in that "Oh my gosh, this is horrifying" sort of way. No debit card.
It wasn't long before I realized that it MUST be at home, near the recliner, because that's where I was when Monica handed it to me. Kevin paid for dinner and we came home. I looked around the recliner. I looked under the recliner. I felt inside the recliner. Nothing. I went to bed knowing that it was somewhere in this house, so nobody could get their hands on it.
This morning, we moved furniture away from the walls and searched again. We searched harder than I had the night before, but had no luck. I just decided that I'd have to cancel it on Monday and wait for another one. That also meant that Kevin was stuck going to the store with us, because someone had to pay and I had no debit card.
Monica was with a friend instead of us, and when the rest of us made our final stop of the day (Wal-Mart,) she sent me a text. It read, "Your debit card is in my purse." I replied:
"Yay!" and then:
How we both remembered something that didn't happen is beyond me, but I still swear that she handed it to me on Friday night.