Some people have an infinite capacity for love. Others have an infinite capacity for goodness. Still others possess endless amounts of energy and charm. Then there’s me. I have an infinite, inexhaustible supply of stupidity.
I am really not being too hard on myself. I am a total f***-up when it comes to certain things. The biggest bone of contention between my husband and myself ultimately boils down to my cavalier attitude towards details. I am a leetle too laid back when it comes to things like money and saving and, well, details. I am definitely a grasshopper. I would rather play all day and worry about tomorrow when it gets here.
So details are not my strong point. And when we made our reservation for Savannah, instead of waiting for the official confirmation from the girl scout people for our program at the Birthplace (of Juliette Low, founder of scouts, always capitalized and spoken reverently!), I simply guessed at the amount we owed and got a cashier’s check from our troop treasurer so I would be ready.
A month later, the stupid confirmation came, and of course my number was wrong. And the Birthplace does not issue refunds or credit. So I put the whole thing on my credit card and tore up the check. Did you get that? I TORE IT UP.
Last night, I got an email from the troop treasurer, who just realized I HAD TORN UP THE CHECK!!! “You can’t tear up a cashier’s check,” she moaned via e-mail. “I paid for it.” Um, Lucy, a little late to tell me that now!
I didn’t know you couldn’t tear up a cashier’s check. I thought it was a regular check! I didn’t know!!!!!! And it was for $500!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Auggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
So now I am going to have to go to the bank and offer to perform sexual favors to see if I can get our money back. Because I am stupid. But I will tell you right now, for $500, I WILL NOT SWALLOW!!!!!!!