The case of the missing wallet

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I baby sat for my wonderful friend Carrilyne last night. We had a fun time playing at her house with her amazingly adorable children. When we were heading home I got into the car and noticed my purse was tipped over, so I reached over and picked it up. I noticed that my wallet wasn't inside. I didn't panic at first, but then later as I sat in my room thinking about where it could be I started to worry. Usually when it falls out of my purse its not far, just on the floor by it. But I didn't see it. Perhaps it had fallen out and then somehow made its way under the seat. But it was late and far to cold to go look in the car for it right then. But I was worried.

The day before my sweet and wonderful Dad took my car and my chickadees to the store to buy me a Christmas present. My purse was in the car on the passenger side floor, if I would have thought about it before he left I would have taken my purse out. But I didn't think about it until he was gone. And now my wallet was missing and I was worried that it had been taken while my Dad had the car. I knew he wouldn't have been okay with that, he would feel terrible. I would have felt terrible that he felt terrible. It would have been a bad, sad day.

So I started to make a list of all the things that were in my wallet.

• Drivers License
  
• Debit Card
• Horizon Card
• Paypal Credit Card
• Checkbook
  
• SS cards for me and the girls
  
• 2 new books of stamps
• other random cards
• some pictures
• Christmas receips

Needless to say most people carry their lives in their wallets and then I started to think about all the work it would be to get all of those things replaced. It was not something I looked forward to. I also thought about how maybe some kind soul would find it and try to return it. And I remembered that the address on my Drivers License is not where I live now so that wouldn't work. I was really starting to get upset.

So first thing this morning, in my PJ's I dawned my boots and coat and went out to the car, I looked in my purse. No wallet. I picked up my purse to move it, it seems abnormally heavy for not containing my wallet. Then I noticed a small pocket was bulging as I unzipped it, there was my wallet. My sweet Dad must have put it in there to keep it safe. Disaster averted. Happy Day!