For a while I've been worried about my cell phone bill because I've been unable to find my checkbook. I dug through all my stuff at least twice this week and found nothing, despite knowing I'd brought it here—I distinctly remembered discussing with my father the ills of leaving it behind, while I was waving it about. (Brandishing, more like.)
And then today I remembered I'd stuck it into the box of checks.
I c whut I did thar.
