Did a nice old lady find it and return it to me? Did I lose my "military dependant" priviledges? Am I being held prisoner on base? Did I have to suffer the embarrassment of going to the MP and admitting that my ID card could be, right this minute, allowing access to all manner of militants to high security areas like the commisary and PX?
No.
Nathan found my ID card.
In my wallet.
I checked my purse. I searched the car. I looked through my wallet. I called the beach. I cleaned out my purse and threw away 2 months worth of ATM reciepts. I drove back to the beach. I searched the car again. Then Nathan prayed, and decided to check my wallet. And there was my ID card, hiding behind a credit card, all along.
9 comments:
Oh man! At least we are the only people you have to confess to (instead of the 'id police'!)
Glad it was found and was safe and sound!
yeah for Nathan and yeah for prayer!
Oh! I love it when you pray for lost things and then find them.
Really love that!
How funny! Good job Nathan!
He he! Stuff like this happens to me all the time! It may be a little embarrassing, but at least it was resolved quickly so you can shop and check out books again! I love how prayer works! :)
Sounds like a story made for The Friend.
What a releif!
BTW, we love that grover book! I've loved it since I was a kid and Liam loves it now.
"...And they lived happily ever after."
There, now you can mail it to The Friend just like A Payne suggested (2 votes Wendy, 2!).
:D
A-wendy too funny! glad you found it though!
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