Did my Thanksgiving grocery shopping today at the fancy food museum in Menlo Park. Upon checking out discovered my wallet was not in purse. Befuddled was I, it's always there, never goes elsewhere. Also, embarrassing. I did have the checkbook and the old (elapsed) drivers license for ID so was able to complete checkout.
Jim lately has been rummaging around in my purse so he was my primary suspect (and so much more eligible than the cat). Yes, I found my wallet in the drawer where Jim keeps his wallet when not in his pants. So, I'll have to start hiding my purse.
I am beginning to think dementia is even more difficult when it affects an inordinately intelligent person.
Yes, this sort of thing makes me furiously bonkers. On the plus side, however, he knows what is a wallet.
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