My card!

I got my replacement library card today. Yay! I was a little hard on the husband for losing the last one, but I hate feeling irresponsible. That kind of thing makes me feel like a bad kid. You remember how it felt knowing that you were doomed when you got home? Maybe it was for a grade on your report card, a torn piece of clothing, or something important you'd lost. Whatever the cause, that sour ball in the stomach wasn't pleasant.