- Kelsey's jewelry box.
- The bread drawer.
- Zion's underwear drawer.
- Under the seat of the truck.
So this morning, I went to the Drivers' License Bureau. I got there early and found the booth under the guiding hand of the only friendly employee I've ever seen in that setting (I think she was new...). She was pleased to help me get a replacement, but then the computer said my license was SUSPENDED.
It's all a big misunderstanding, of course. Back in October, while heading to court to finalize our adoption, I was going a little fast and got a ticket. I paid the ticket on the last day possible (to prove a point of some sort, I'm sure), but at 9am of that day, the state suspended my license. When the payment posted, they failed to unsuspend it.
After a series of faxes between the city and the state, they gave me a new license. As I was telling Kelsey all about my adventure when I got home tonight, she said "Uh....I found your wallet. It was in the truck. Where you looked twice."