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I'll try to be brief, which is impossible for me, but I'll try. I had only four hours of sleep and I'm exhausted. Plus, I've got a zillion things to do so I have to stay on schedule.

As you all know, I had to get my car serviced on Wednesday due to the recent tire incident. So I get a loaner car, a cute little sporty car that makes me feel young and free all over again. Because I was in the loaner, I didn't have my garage door opener in my car and parked the car in the driveway instead of the garage, like I always do. Well, Wednesday night, at about 9:30, I remembered I had to go to Walgreen's to pick up a prescription. I tell Hubby this and leave. Our front yard was pitch black so I turned on our outdoor lights that aren't timed to turn on until a little later. Long story short, I return from Walgreen's to find the entire front yard pitch black. So I grab all my prescription and a bunch of junk that I left in the car (work bag, sippy cups, papers, and wallet, I think), and try to make my way to the front door. Hands full and annoyed, I ring the door bell because it's so dark I can't even put the key in the freakin' lock. Hubby answers the door and is all confused as to why I was ringing the bell, or outside and informs me he had no idea that I left the house. But did see all the lights on and couldn't figure out why.

So glad this guy listens to me when I talk.

The next morning, I'm searching the house for TWO hours for my wallet. I knew the first 10 minutes that it was gone, my gut told me so, but I persisted. I called Walgreen's, looked in the car, looked in the driveway, looked in the car, it was gone. I checked all my accounts, no transactions. Then I get a phone call from a neighbor telling me he found, 'what appears to be the contents of [my] wallet,' all over his front yard. He didn't know if I was robbed, or what, "but was concerned." Good thing someone was.

Wouldn't you know it, that I either dropped my wallet, or left it in the car that night, unlocked.
About half hour after he called, an unknown transaction appeared on my debit card. So I meet up with the neighbor and he handed over a big business stuffed with all my things. How the heck did I fit all that into my wallet??? A million receipts, insurance cards, state bar cards, about 10 pics of the kids, my Smoothie King card, gift cards, gym card, Costco card, etc., etc, etc. You name it, it was there. He had everything but my credit or debit cards, and licence, of course. Along with all my stuff, there were a few items from another neighbor and his empty money clip. (Why do women have huge overstuffed wallets and men just carry a tiny little money clip? I digress).

Thankfully, there were no problems with my banks or creditors for the fraudulent charges, but what a hassle. I had to go to all the banks, get new cards, get a new license, call the credit bureaus, etc. But in the midst of all this, I'm actually thankful that that's all I had to replace. I think replacing my other cards would have been very burdensome and I probably would not have remembered half of the stuff I needed until I was somewhere where I needed it. Like at the side of the road with a blown out tire and in need of my road side assistance card.

Ahem.

So that's my story. I am sad about one thing, my beautiful Louis Vuitton wallet was not in the business envelop stuffed with the rest of my life. That didn't show up my neighbor's yard. It was a gift two years ago from Hubby, to congratulate me on my new job. When Hubby called the store to see about buying a replacement one, he found out it actually increased in value. Who knew that my Louis was an appreciable asset? Ha, ha.