I apologize for all the profanity

but, seriously,

fuckity fuck fuck FUCK!!!

My wallet is gone.

I carry it in my pocket, my right back pocket, and I fondle my tushie several times a day to confirm that my wallet (and cell phone in my other pocket) are with me all the time.

So, after a jovial Friday happy hour followed by a lovely night of music and knitting, when I got up to leave and checked my pockets, my wallet was gone.

Fuck.

I checked the couch I was sitting on, asked the people behind the counter, they didn't have it.

Fuck.

I retraced my steps to my car, checked all around my parking space, and in my car.

Fuck.

I checked my house.

Fuck.

I went back to the bar from happy hour.

Fuck.

I was going to check my office, and then realized that I can't get into the building after hours without my ID, which is in my wallet.

FUCK.

Luckily Snex is an angel and lives near school, and she saved my weekend by letting me use her ID. Thanks again, Snex!!!

So I got in, and checked my desk.

Fuck.

So, I don't know where it is. I called my bank and my credit card company and reported my cards lost, so they are safe. And tomorrow I look forward to spending most of my morning retracing my steps again in the light of day.

piece of shit.

Everything in my wallet is replaceable, I don't think my identity can get stolen with the things in there, but it's still a hassle, and I apologize again for all the profanity.

But seriously, fuck!