Whew.

We had a girls' night out tonight after work. Six of us, plus a granddaughter, gathered at the Cadillac Club for dinner and libations. We were celebrating the fact that J finally ordered new bedroom furniture. It has taken her three years to come to a decision. We were soooo glad she did!

I got home, and I couldn't find my billfold. Yikes! I looked through my purse. I looked through my coat pockets. Not there. I called the Club. Nothing had been turned in to the desk.

It's a sick feeling, thinking of all the items that would have to be replaced. I didn't think it would do any good, but I went out to the car. Nothing on the seats, but I felt next to the driver's seat, and there . . . was my billfold! Hurrah.

I can sleep tonight.