Allrighty then. Definitely coming down off of my birthday high. I finally had the opportunity to take back the bra I bought in August that didn't fit. I mean, what else says "Cut loose and treat yourself like the queen you are" like exchanging a bra? I pull out my wallet and promptly realize that I have left my debit card in the ATM machine. Again. Lest you misunderstand my use of "again"--this is the second time I have left my debit card in the exact same ATM machine, which is, coincidentally, right next to the Mexican place where I got my lunch burrito. Clearly this is a sign that I must stop eating food laced with cilantro. Or maybe that I need to, as S.O. frequently says "pay more attention to detail"?
Naaaah.
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