Purse, where are you?

This post is just a rant about lost things.

Today I was supposed to have an eye appointment. I'm down to ten contacts, and I really, really hate wearing my glasses. About twenty minutes beforehand (the appointment was about ten minutes away), I started looking for my purse. And it's no where to be found.

I was frantically running around our apartment, throwing pillows on the ground and checking under the bed. Yes, I've checked in the car. Yes, I checked with my office. Yes, I called the BYU Lost and Found (We went to a play last night). So I had to call the eye docter two minutes before my appointment and tell her I wasn't coming (Jordan had already left for school with his key to the car). I was terrified they were going to charge me with a fee, but the lady was really nice and said she'd lost her keys that morning too!

Anyway, I still haven't found my purse and I have no idea where it could be. None. I'm deciding if I should cancel my credit cards or not (that's such a pain! I don't want to!)...but it's like it disappeared. Fortunatly one of the girls from work said she'd come pick me up. Which was nice, but I told her that in payment I would clean all the stalls today. Arrrrgh.