Found my credit card this morning (you know, the one I lost but I knew it wasn't lost but I cancelled it anyways?).
Yep, it was in the back pocket of a pair of jeans.
The funny thing is that, when I was looking at that pic of me in Victoria that I posted yesterday, I noticed I was wearing my dad's belt. I stole that belt from him once, years and years ago and he was like "uh, give me my belt back because it's not yours" and so, in exchange for his belt he gave me a similar one, but it wasn't nearly as nice. Anyways, looking at the picture last night reminded me that I had only noticed one belt - not two - hanging on the back of my door recently, so where was the other belt?
Then I went to bed and dreamed about my dad.
Then I woke up, grabbed a pair of jeans out of my dresser and, lo and behold, these jeans had the belt looped through it, and my missing credit card in the pocket.
And that is how everything in my life is interconnected.
3 comments:
At least you woke up in your bed.
You should have your own column in a newspaper, syndicated around the globe.
Ha! Thanks. I should get to work on that. First, the North Shore News, then the world!
Rupert Murdoch, look out. ;)
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