By the time we finished our THREE HOURS OF SHOPPING, we were both ready to, if not kill each other, at the very least, kill someone else.
It took hours to wind down after that. We were being snippy with one another and we were just generally grouchy. Around 11:40 p.m. we decided it'd be a great idea to play a round of monkey golf on the Gamecube. And by "round" I mean "all eighteen holes".
Suffice to say, we got to bed pretty late after an extremely taxing day.
Which is probably why I slept late this morning.
As I was making my mad dash out of the house to try and get to work on time, I realized I had forgotten my phone...somewhere. So I ran back in, located it, and headed back out the door.
When I got to work I realized I left my phone in the car so I ran back to the car to find it. It wasn't there. Anywhere. Not on the seat, not on the floor, not anywhere. I don't carry a purse so I knew it had to be there somewhere but it wasn't.
Once at work I went to the Coke machine to get some caffeine because I don't play well with others if I haven't appropriately caffeinated myself. As I was walking, I felt the strangest sensation just below my ribs on the left side of my body. I literally jumped. As I put my hand there to see what in the hell was going on, I felt my phone vibrating.
And then I remembered.
When I left the house (the second time) it was raining and so I tucked the phone into my waistband so it wouldn't get wet.
I might be too damn stupid for my own good.