It should have been in my purse.
It is not.
The I last time I saw it was almost a week ago when I did the grocery shopping -- and when I wrote the last check.
The grocery store says they didn't find it.
It's not in my car.
It's not in my coat pocket.
You see, I did the same thing about two years ago.
So far, Mr. L has not yelled at me. (And he probably won't.)
I feel awful. And it means a trip to the bank to cancel the checking account and open a new one. (So far no one else has found it and forged a check.)
As my character Katie Bonner would say: "Swell."
Have you ever lost something this important?