Made it through three months of Central America without getting my purse stolen only to be robbed at Ikea in Bloomington, MN.
We both have old people backs, so we thought we'd better lie on every mattress/pad/ever-so-clever-swedish slatted base combination at least three times each to decide what bed we'd be saving up towards. Had to put down the coats and purse to do this. Back turned. Purse gone.
Here is the list of things I no longer own, but will still irrationally waste brain cells remembering:
* pink iPod (actually I wanted red, I thought it was red, it looked red on the box)
* old cell phone (the replacement has a camera, yay)
* very old PDA (seriously, an antique - dr. foster just sold me a ferrari in comparison)
* checkbook (had the old address anyway)
* wallet (ok, this was the cutest little red wallet ever)
* $31
* credit cards, driver's license, ATM card (lots of holding on 800 numbers - "we are experience unusually high traffic on our customer service lines", yeah right, unusual my butt
* allergy medication (hopefully i never see that rare fruit again)
* my favorite three barrettes (very handy for dealing with hair that hasn't been cut in five months)
* a nearly new burt's bees lip balm, dang it (i hope they don't use it because that's kinda, you know, intimate)
* my prescription sunglasses (god, i spent so much on those because they were so cool, won't be replacing those soon)
* here it is, the part that steams me, my travel journal (which also had all my notes from all meetings in the last two weeks, lots of crazy but important lists, my calendar, contacts, you know all the important stuff, but most of all, the daily summary of what we did for three months - now i have no idea how i spent those three months)
anyway, that was a few days ago and i was really angry, then felt dumb, then very depressed, then a little moody, then i had a really great full-on rage dream where i told everyone everywhere to kiss my ass, then i did some unpacking and nesting type stuff in our new place, then i felt better. all better.
but still, those fucking suburbs, i'm never going there again.
