The other day I decided I needed a present. Something nice, as a sort of "way to go!!" for everything I've been through this past school year, and because I've done so well in my program.

So April and I hit the outlet mall, aka the devil's right hand man. After groping all of the gorgeous leather shoes shoes in Aldo, we made it to the back to the purses. And there it was, in all of it's glory.

THE purse.

It was small-ish, rather rectangular, with a metal chain strap and covered with shiny buttons. I was in love!

I pulled out the price tag, and choked when I saw it was $39.99.

I kept looking, but I knew the button purse was for me.

And then as I'm at the counter and the girl rang it up, I pull out my wallet. I opened it, and raised my hand to pull out my bank card.

But it wasn't there...

Panicked, I turn to April and say my card's gone. I turned to the girl, and told her my card was gone. Panicked, April and I left the store, thinking maybe I had left it by the bank machine when we were there earlier.

As we get 20 feet from the door, I realized my card was actually in the wrong slot. So I sheepishly went back to Aldo, and explained why I was back so soon.

//Oh, don't worry about it! On a trip to Florida when I was a kid, I made my Dad drive 10 hours back home because I thought I left my favourite Cabbage Patch Kid there...turns out it was under my seat!//

So now I have a fabulous expensive purse that I'm afraid of using because I don't want to ruin it.