Thank God it did not rain last night. I am back to one of my old stupid tricks of leaving things on top of my car.
Tuesday night I returned home after a book signing at the Warren Buffalo Wild Wings. (Really cool staff by the way). I was fumbling around because I had too much to carry and I went into the house because B wanted a little ice cream before going to bed. This morning I was looking for my cell phone. I could not find it. I called my cell phone and did not hear the ring.
Finally, I went outside and heard the loud ring of my phone. It was on top of the car. One more time, thank God it did not rain last night or I would be writing about cell phones again. And wasn’t it supposed to storm?
Who leaves stuff on their car and drives away? It is OK to admit it because I always see folks driving with a Starbucks cup or a box of donuts on top of their cars. Vehicle roof tops have become temporary storage areas. We are so busy with things in our hands and mouths that we cannot carry everything at once.
I’ve driven through my neighborhood cursing at the jerk that threw paper all over the streets. Then I realized it was me. I left it on my car and it spread all over the place when I drove off. I did it this weekend with the directions to Celine’s soccer game in Saginaw. I’ve put sacks of burgers on top of the car and driven off. I’ve put everything on top except my kids and taken off.
I do not know how to break this habit except to slow down. Did I tell you it was supposed to rain last night and it didn’t.
Thank God. I am so lucky.
Now where is my breakfast? I can’t seem to find it.