Andy needs a wallet. That has become quite apparent with what happpened the other night. It was about 8 when I decided I wanted Dairy Queen. I was already in my pajamas, but told my hubby that I would ride with him. I had parked in the driveway so Andy could get gas for me. ( I refuse to get gas right now–I don’t like to see how much money we use on gas in my car compared to the Prius.) We drove to the gas station and as Andy finished pumping the gas and reached for his pocket. No money. When he got home from work, he had switched from pants to shorts. Every other time he changes, he switches everything over–money, cards, keys. This time he didn’t because he assumed he wasn’t going anywhere. I had to drive home to get the money while Andy stayed at the gas station. Kind of embarassing, but something we will remember!

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