On Saturday night, we had our Church Christmas party. It was wonderful fun, with food and friends and a photo booth, and snickering as people shoved pantyhose on their heads. Everyone that came got a little box filled with candy as a treat. At the end of the night, there were tons of these little boxes left over, so I took em.

Yesterday I had to run some errands. Being the classy lady I am, that of course meant a trip to Walmart. WOO. After picking up a few things, I went to the self check-out and rang everything through. I also took out twenty dollars from the cash back thing because I needed to load some money onto my student card. As I picked up my bag and turned to leave, the girl behind me said, "Excuse me! You left your twenty dollars there!" I remembered picking it up, but I quickly thanked her, took the bill, and left.

As I got into my car, I pulled the money out of my pocket and discovered not one, but TWO twenty dollar bills. Turns out, I had NOT forgotten to take my money, the machine had just given me more money than it was supposed to. But there was no way to put it back, and I couldn't give it to a cashier or it would have thrown off their till count for the day. I felt very bad.

At the best of times, my brain is pretty chaotic. You know that scene in the first Harry Potter movie where they have to go through that room with all the winged keys? It's kind of like that. From the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep, my mind moves a million miles a minute.