You know how losing your wallet is like punching yourself in the head? I traced it back to Owen's and my bike ride Saturday morning to the post office. I asked if he had seen anything fall out of my pockets -- wind pants... never wear wind pants on a bike -- and he said: "There was something, it was black and it hit the back tire ... I thought it was a bomb!" (chuckle, giggle)
Then the DMV was closed today, meaning I won't have another chance to get a replacement license for a month. Starting attending Wednesday.
And then there was a pool of cloudy water in the bottom of the dishwasher but I might've fixed it.
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