If it weren't attached....

....it would fall off. My head that is. Or rather, my wallet.

I Kinda....or "pseudo-lost" my wallet yesterday It happened when picking my Mom up from the airport. When leaving the airport to head home with our newly collected Oma....I sat in the van and was about to start the vehicle, when I casually reached down to see if my wallet was there.

It wasn't.
*panic*

I retraced my steps back to the Parking PayThingy, and even to the garbage can where I had thrown some trash. It was while I was EMPTYING the garbage can onto the pavement, and going through its gross innards that my Mom called over that she had found it. (it ended up being on the seat in the van under something-or-other)

My Mom asked why I didn't carry a purse. "Too bulky...too bothersome" I said.
"But big enough that it's hard to lose..." she countered.
"Helloooo, mo-THER....WHO is thirtyTHREE years old? I can handle my own wallet, thank you very much (as I wiped the garbage slime off of my hands)

But I lost it again today. For Real.

It's amazing how quickly you can go from having an "I'm okay, You're okay" day, to an "I'm a total MORON, and I'm lucky you're here to make sure I don't injure myself" day.

My Mom, Aila and I went to St Laurent Mall here in Ottawa to visit the ToysRUs (aka: Crack4Kids). We had a lovely time, stopped for ice cream, and browsed The Gap, and some other random stores. It wasn't until we arrived home that I again reached down for my wallet, only to find it wasn't there. Again (like at the airport) we searched the entire van...to no avail.

I quickly got on the phone to "The Gap" where some "oh-my-gosh-that's-like-totally-a-bummer" sales person said that they'd try to search the store for me, but I should really just make my way back to the mall.
Crap.

So I made the long trek back to the mall. When I got to the The Gap, they had forgotten to start looking, and I rolled my eyes and did the search myself. Nothing. I re-traced my steps through the whole place and then through the rest of the mall....asking along the way "Anyone turn in a black zippered wallet?"

Its amazing to me that I can't seem to remember to hold ONTO my wallet, and yet I have a perfectly photo-graphical memory when it comes to re-tracing my "Shopping Journey" through a mall.

To recap:
Shopping Memory = Good
Life Details Memory = Bad

All of a sudden I remembered the "slight incident" that had occurred in Smart Set. Aila had "by Ax-i-dence" managed to snap the hand off of some unsuspecting mannequin. I had gasped, dropped my shopping bags, and wrestled with the thing in an attempt to re-secure the hand and straighten the fallen accessories, all without any "delinquent child" alarms going off. We had quickly exited the store after that....

It was in that store that I found my wallet. Or rather, they had found my wallet, and put it safely behind the counter.

Phew! Crisis averted.

So perhaps I should carry my purse after all.

...........especially since later I almost left my wallet in the cart at Walmart as we were walking out of the store. (Thanks to my Mom for alerting me with a gentle "Ahem?")