Dude, Where's My Wallet? at 4:54 PM

So my wallet has been missing for three days. It was in the car, and now it's not. It wasn't stolen--or at least if it was, the thief can't figure out how to use my credit cards, because there haven't been any charges. Because of that, I haven't given up hope (completely) of finding it, but it's getting bleak. Apparently it was in the car, then my wife went to Kohl's, and she saw it in the car on the way back, then she to some friends' house and when she got back it was gone. So we're not sure whether it fell onto the floor and was subsequently kicked onto the running board and then fell into the road somewhere, or whether it just fell out onto the ground, or whether Criss Angel: Mindfreak caused it to be frozen in an ice cube in the freezer or what. Either way I should probably get a new license, new credit cards, blah blah blah. What an enormous pain. At least there wasn't any cash in there. I haven't even mentioned this to anyone because I don't want to think about it. I get this sick feeling in my stomach every time I think about what a pain this is going to be. So my plan tonight is to go through the whole house to make sure it didn't make it inside and into some random place. If I can't find it, I guess it's off to the DMV. Oh, man. I don't feel good. I can't talk about this anymore.

So in other news, the wife went to Delaware for a week to visit the folks and whatnot. They're all excited to see Luke, so that's good. We've just become baby transporters, so if only one of us shows up it's cool to them. (I'm just kidding, mom.) So because I have no wallet, I have Jessica's debit card so that I can...you know...eat and stuff. It was actually a good thing we realized it was lost before she left (which was inevitable unless I planned on driving her to the airport without a license...which is actually what ended up happening anyway, but I digress) or else I'd be screwed. And hungry.

Speaking of Delaware, I have some sad news to report. Those who read my mom's blog entry a while back know about Eddie, one of our dogs. They had to put him down today. He lived a good life, and was 11 years old. I'm sure my mom will be writing an obituary soon. But I can't talk about this anymore either because I'm at work and it would look weird if someone walked into my office and saw me getting all choked up. They might think it was because of the song playing ("The Lighthouse's Tale", by Nickel Creek). So I'll move on.

Since I missed the sports column last week and I've got a couple of ideas, I'll probably be posting two this week. The first will be about my first experience in buying a pay-per-view event, which was this past Saturday with a UFC event. I kept a running diary (which would have been much easier with a laptop). The second will be about baseball. These will be easier to crank out with no one around this week. That brings me to something else. If you know a guy whose wife leaves for a week or some other amount of time, don't say, "So your a bachelor!", or "Hey! You're 'batchin' it this week!". It's annoying, and depending on how many times he's already heard it, you might get smacked. I'm just sayin'. And if his wife actually left him, he might start crying or something, which is always awkward.

Song of the Day: "Fell on Black Days", by Soundgarden. I just listened to Superunknown today for the first time in a while. Most excellent.