DO NOT RUB FOR GOOD LUCK

I haven't really mentioned but LT. and I have both had brain malfunctions this week which both resulted in great pains in our asses.

I'll start with mine.

So I left my debit card at a restaurant across town last month and have yet to go pick it up. Yesterday I finally decided it would be easier to request a new card. Cause instead of driving for 10 minutes I'd rather have it delivered to my doorstep in 3 days for an expedited fee of $8. Don't judge me.

As I was online filling out the request, I remembered that LT. has been needing a new debit card too. Ever since Winnie got his wallet a couple of months ago and chewed up most of its contents the bite-holes have made his card barely functional. So I thought to myself, I'll do a nice wifely turn and order him a new debit card too!

I was so proud of myself for being such a sweet wife. But only for about two minutes, because pretty shortly after I submitted the request I realized I had cancelled LT.'s only source of cash. And he's out of town. For another week.

Of course I panicked and called the bank only to be told that the cancellation was automatic and there wasn't anything they could do. 

"You probably want to call and let him know as soon as possible!" Bank lady suggests sweetly.

Thank you, bank lady. I would totally do that except LT. washed his phone in the laundry last week and it's completely dead now. You see my problem. Also you now know LT.'s brain malfunction.

So poor LT is out in the boonies, completely unaware that he's poor, and I have no way to get in touch with him. I spent the rest of my day stewing, wondering under what circumstance my unsuspecting husband would realize he was screwed.

I found out this morning when he finally called me.

LT: "Hey. We have a problem."

Me: "I think I already know what this is about."

LT: "Well, you don't have a problem. I have a problem."

Me: "Yeah...I'm pretty sure I know what it is."

LT: "I have no money."

ME: "I know...[insert rambling explanation about how I was only trying to be a good wife] and, Baby, I'm really, really sorry!"

Actually LT. was pretty cool about it. He has this odd way of not freaking out over things that are completely freak-worthy. Apparently our bank can wire him money, which would have been nice to know yesterday.

Anyways he should be getting a replacement phone today too, and thank GOD for it. Not being able to talk to him for extended periods of time takes me back to when he was at basic training. Worst ever.

And that is the story of how LT's and my brain malfunctions collided into one super malfunction. But it's all good. We're all good.

Much love to ya,