Michael is sick, so I took my dad with me to BJs for our bi weekly shopping. I made sure Dad had his BJs card (we got one for DH, one for Dad) and off we went. We shopped for the usual haour/hour and a half. We’re checking out. Oh FUCK! My card is in the car. I run to the car, with a sinking feeling that my bag is on the back of one of the dining chairs. Um, yup. I call dad from outside, ask him to charge it and I’ll transfer the money back to him. I cannot fucking believe I’ve left my bag home. Well, I can, I usually leave it in the damn car. And Michael is usually with me. You know, with his man wallet in his back pocket. I just load up the cart and keep track of what we’ve spent. On the bright side, I saved 35.50 in BJs coupons on stuff we do in fact actually eat.