What is there to know about JMP on this day, the half-point of the 30 Day Blog Challenge? Question 15 wants to know, what is something I never leave home without?
Before I close my door and head out for the morning, I check my pockets to make sure I have four things: wallet, phone, keys and chapstick. Any day I forget to grab my chapstick is never a good day. I haaaate having dry lips. Luckily, I keep and emergency back-up in the glove compartment of my car, but there have still been times when I forget to grab that one, and it's always such a tragic feeling.
Keys are just as vital, because there was one day, after only having lived in my apartment for a month, where I forgot my keys and locked myself out. Pretty embarrassing. Luckily the maintenance crew is always around, but that was my only freebie. If I do it again, I get charged $10 for each additional time. Thus, I don't close my apartment door unless my keys are physically in my hand.
The contents of my wallet are basically my driver's license and debit card. What else do you need to survive, really? (I mean, aside from keys and chapstick.) Credit cards: what an amazing invention. And it's like I'm not even spending money -- I like to think of it as simply a "pass" to get goods and services. Swipe the pass, get the goods. And now that it's been more than a year since I've balanced or even carried around a checkbook, I really have no concept of what I'm spending. Try it sometime; you'll be deliriously happy. That's why another smart person invented online banking, after all.
Lastly my phone, which I've actually forgotten on many occasions. And it's not like I'm totally dying without it... I'm surrounded by phones in my office, for Pete's sake. In addition, sometimes I've gone home at the end of the day and checked it, only to discover zero missed calls and messages. That's how unimportant I am, I guess.
Oh, and I almost forgot -- Harley has to get his breakfast. Don't worry, he would never allow me to forget to do that. Starting when my feet hit the floor to the time I'm out the door in the morning, he's right there, squeaking and mewing to serve as a constant reminder for me to remember his bowl of cat chow. He also likes it when I remember to open the blinds covering my sliding doors so he can watch the birds land on my balcony.
Such a busy morning routine!
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