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:
"You're DEAD!"
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.
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Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sunday, June 17, 2012
The End of the Weekend
This is the time of year in which card companies get a lot of money from my family. My parent's anniversary is June 14. My dad's birthday is June 16. My own anniversary (Happy 17th, Kevin!) is June 17th, and Father's Day is always right in there somewhere. Wow. I think Dad wins out over everyone, netting three of those special days. LOL
I didn't post yesterday. I'd been warned about the "crash" and that it would probably be Saturday. Yup. The next time I'm hard up for something to post about, I'll share. Plus, I get to experience it 7 more times. Yippee! I still claim to be "lucky" when it comes to side effects. I'm just not ready to relive yesterday yet.
Today, I received a visit from three lovely friends who came with arms full of food. I have been SO blessed by people feeding my family. When I feel like crap, I can just grab something to quickly toss in the oven without having to feel like my kids are being slighted by my lack of enthusiasm in the food department.
After that, my dad had to visit ME on father's day. LOL I was worn out (way better than yesterday, but still sluggish) and it was mid 90s outside. As I was sending Mom a message to please let Dad know I'd stop by tomorrow, they called to ask if they could drop by! I was thrilled. I hadn't seen them since they got home from vacation four days ago.
Now, I'm melted into the recliner (big shock, I know) and thinking it's going to be an early night for me. The project that I'd wanted to work on at home didn't work out, and I'd like to get in as early as possible tomorrow and clear that up. If I'm awake super-early, I'll go on in. I'll knock that project out in a couple of hours, and then work on regular work.
My goal this week is 40 hours. If I can maintain 40 on the non-chemo weeks, I'll be pleased. I'm certain I can do it, barring any new or worsening side effects. And we're not going to have any of THOSE, now ARE we??? Nope.
I didn't post yesterday. I'd been warned about the "crash" and that it would probably be Saturday. Yup. The next time I'm hard up for something to post about, I'll share. Plus, I get to experience it 7 more times. Yippee! I still claim to be "lucky" when it comes to side effects. I'm just not ready to relive yesterday yet.
Today, I received a visit from three lovely friends who came with arms full of food. I have been SO blessed by people feeding my family. When I feel like crap, I can just grab something to quickly toss in the oven without having to feel like my kids are being slighted by my lack of enthusiasm in the food department.
After that, my dad had to visit ME on father's day. LOL I was worn out (way better than yesterday, but still sluggish) and it was mid 90s outside. As I was sending Mom a message to please let Dad know I'd stop by tomorrow, they called to ask if they could drop by! I was thrilled. I hadn't seen them since they got home from vacation four days ago.
Now, I'm melted into the recliner (big shock, I know) and thinking it's going to be an early night for me. The project that I'd wanted to work on at home didn't work out, and I'd like to get in as early as possible tomorrow and clear that up. If I'm awake super-early, I'll go on in. I'll knock that project out in a couple of hours, and then work on regular work.
My goal this week is 40 hours. If I can maintain 40 on the non-chemo weeks, I'll be pleased. I'm certain I can do it, barring any new or worsening side effects. And we're not going to have any of THOSE, now ARE we??? Nope.
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