Some days you're the windshield, some days you're the bug.

I went shopping for a slip for the preschooler today. She's hitting that age and that size, where some of her dresses just need to have something under them. It wasn't easy to find one. They're not very much in demand anymore I would guess. The store I went to had only five or six slips, total, only one of them in the preschooler's size.

So, I got it, even though I didn't care for it much, along with a few other things. When I got home though, the slip, which I could have sworn was in the same bag as the tights, was gone.

I tore the bags apart, not quite believing this. Not there. No slip. I shook things out. Nothing.

Feeling a little sick I called the store and told them what had happened and they said to come back in. They'd replace it.

I was impressed. I figured they'd say it was my problem, since I was out of the store when I found the slip missing. It's nice to be trusted once in a while.

So. Load everyone back into the car, drive back to the mall, haul everyone back out of the car, walk half a mile to the entrance, load everyone into a shopping cart, get the new slip (one that was too large, since the original one in her size hadn't turned up,) go back out to the car, lather, rinse, repeat.

We finally got home, tired and ready for dinner. I hauled the girls out, grabbed the diaper bag and went to grab the store bag which held the slip. Only it wasn't there. I'd left it in the shopping cart.

I give up. The universe is against me today. The preschooler will have to live without a slip for awhile. I'm going to bed.

Gasoline to drive to the mall (twice): $1
One slip for a preschooler: $6 (not counting tax)
Not having to drive back to the mall again tonight? Priceless (or $6 at least)