Scaring the neighborhood

As of 20 minutes ago, I am officially on vacation for the rest of the year. Now the fun begins. Finishing the shopping. Getting everything wrapped. And all the Christmas baking. In one day. [Yeah, fun my ass.]

I’ve been so busy trying to get ready for the big day I’ve been a little scattered brained. After yesterday’s fiasco at [or just trying to get to and from] Kohl’s, I was a little frazzled. Before going home I stopped at Pier 1 to pick up a gift card for my aunt. I was inside, standing in line for a few minutes, thinking about all the things I still had left to do when it was finally my turn with the clerk. I plopped down my gift card and she rang it up. “That will be $25,” she said. I reached in to my purse to grab my wallet. No wallet.

I had visions of me dropping it in the parking lot at work, somebody finding it and robbing me blind. Right before Christmas. Think of all they could do with that $45 in my checking account. [Oh I kid. There was at least $50 bucks in there.]

I rushed out the truck. And there was my wallet. Sitting right on the dash. In my unlocked truck. Right next to my laptop. It was clearly an invitation for any unsuspecting thief to have a field day. But thankfully there was no thief around.

Then this morning I was looking around for my cell phone and it was nowhere to be found. Again, I instantly had visions of me dropping it in the parking lot at work, somebody finding it and making hundreds of calls while roaming.

But I decided to check in the truck. It was morning so I hadn’t showered yet. I was still sporting a pretty find hair-do and had on my best sweatpants. You know the ones that are about 4 inches too short and have holes all over them. Plus I had on a pair of Keaton’s baseball socks…with the stripes up the side. Oh, yeah. I was looking sexy.

I couldn’t go out in the snow in just socks so I threw on the first boots I could find. A pair of dress boots. With baseball socks. Too small holey sweatpants. And crazy hair. Stylin’.

I found my cell phone in between the seats. But I’m pretty sure I scared the neighbors. I’ll be surprised if we get invited to any of their BBQs next year.

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