I can’t believe some of the crap I lose. I know I had sixteen shares of HP stock that were actually on a physical piece of paper that I had stacked up with old phone bills on the floor of a spare bedroom. At least I had some idea where that was. I realized I hadn’t seen my car title since I bought it back in 2006, and now I need it so I can trade it in a new Prius. It was carefully placed in an unmarked folder and then thrown in the corner. What a mess. At least I found it and it only took about an hour.
Honestly, that was about the most exciting thing that happened to me today besides having to scrape the ice off of my car again this morning. Though I do think I’m allergic to my therapist (i.e. the dog at the gym I pet to lower my blood pressure). After a bit of scritching, my index finger starts to go numb. I figure that’s a bad sign, but I have to trade off numbness for the fun of interacting with the dog(s).
If you come do my gutters, I’ll let you pet all three of my dogs thus TRIPLING your therapy. And two of them are greyhounds who are hypo-allergenic-ish and may not make you lose the feeling in your fingers.
It is a win-win situation.