My digital camera is nice and takes pretty good pictures. I keep wishing I could put some fun photos on my blog, if I learn how to get them from the camera to the computer. I've missed that camera for a long time. It has been lost. I kept reminding James when he would ask me where I put it that "The last time I saw it was when you had it taking pictures of the possum in the tree. I haven't seen it since." Was it wrong of me to gloat? Perhaps. I tried to keep the gloatiness out of my voice, but it's hard since I am the one who's called him at work on more than one occasion to see if he had seen my keys. I was grateful that he took those pictures since I found Mr. Opossum smashed in the road just outside of our street a few weeks later. He lived under the storm drain in front of our house. I miss his sweet face. But I digress.
I finally found the camera several days ago while looking for my birth certificate on top of the refrigerator, because I need to renew my driver's license. It was the copy I ordered because I couldn't find my original. I'm sure it's in the boxes we still have packed somewhere, but I looked through about fifty million and couldn't find it. To his credit, James was excited I found the camera, and didn't say anything about me not looking far enough back on the refrigerator where he had suggested it was just a couple of weeks prior.
Now I have my camera and I since found the birth certificate (which was hiding from me by sneaking down into the bookshelf, taunting me when I saw it), but I've now lost my social security card. Since they changed the laws I have to have my birth certificate AND my social security card AND proof of residence to renew my license. I had the SS card somewhere.... and it too is a replacement. I'm glad it's still in the envelope because I never would find it otherwise.
If the government was ever in desperate need of me, I would be happy to run the witness protection program. If left up to me, no one would EVER be able to find anyone I had lost -um- placed.
But first I would have to drive there. To do that, I need my license renewed. So if you see a woman and three kids in a car-shaped, crayon decorated cardboard box running to the store Flintstone style, wave and say hi. Or if you're nice and not a stalker, maybe offer us a ride?