...on the 134 freeway

Sometime Sunday between icing the molasses spice cake and eating el pastor tacos I misplaced my wallet. Although this is a common occurrence, it is not something that has happened in quite sometime. I thought maybe now that I was in-my-thirties, I had outgrown the habit, and like usual I assume/ed it was at home under perhaps a pillow or the paper. Monday and Tuesday Dave gave me some cash to buy lunch and the necessary morning coffee. Why would I need my wallet for any else? For instance I would Definitely Not Need my wallet to say pay for gas if the car was on empty. Nope. Definitely not for that.