Today, I lost an $81K check.
I looked in my “later” mail pile. Nope. I checked my “even later” mail pile. Nope. I checked my husband’s office. Nope. I checked my office. Nope. I repeated this routine. Double nope.
Heart thumps.
Who loses a check this big?
Disorganized chumps, that’s who.
Pace quickens.
Did I check the mail piles? Only three times.
Eyes dart.
Recycle can?
Think again.
Recycle bin?
New start.
Stuffed in a book?
Pulse thrums.
Give my journal a look?
Pound the drums!
It’s stuck in the seam!
Hubby clueless.
Sweet Dreams.
Tonight, while my hubby put our boys to bed, I searched for an 401K rollover check. I can be scatterbrained, and things like this happen more than I’d like to admit. So, I’ll wait 20 years to share this story with him (when we’re snowbirds).
If I remember it.
