This, my 300th post, is just to celebrate what a magnificent idiot I am.
I lost my wallet yesterday for the second time in six months. I had to cancel all of my cards and stupidly believed that other than the inconvenience and severe marital strife caused by this event, all was taken care of. I'd forgiven The Dude for displaying his assholishness earlier in the day, and we were starting to pack in preparation for our departure on Saturday. We logged on to check some of our bank details, and realised that of course as we have joint accounts, his credit cards had been frozen too. Fuck.
So now we're headed to the US in 36 hours with only a fistful or two of cash. I phoned the credit card company in desperation, and instead of sympathy I got a woman who could barely speak English (seriously - for a job on a fucking phone?) telling me that I couldn't get a credit card in less than a day. Cheers bitch. I almost started crying, because yes, I am simply that weak.
The Dude has taken to his bed, so disappointed and annoyed with me for being a scatterbrain of epic proportions, and so tomorrow brings yet another dark day. I just feel ill and completely useless. Happy 300th to me.