Lost Portemonnaie

Ok this morning had a full rat-pack for me. After managing to get up and spend the morning in a few relaxing minutes, I noticed that my purse didn’t reside on the small telephone desk! I raced to the pants I wore last evening and found nothing, the huge pile of clothes did not contain my portemonnaie – and I was searching the whole appartment for it. I knew I placed the purse back into my jeans last evening in the Extrablatt bar, but I wasn’t sure if it slipped out of the pocket or not. But of course, the whole search turned out nothing, and I called up the bar to hear they hadn’t found anything over the night, too. My stomache felt disgusting, and Kat and I walked back to the city in the hope to find the purse, managed to talk with an officer at the police station to decide whether to make an official complaint or wait until someone might return the purse… well, we had some coffee and I got back home frustrated enough to clear the whole mess in the bedroom just to find this stupid purse on the bottom of my wardrobe. It probably fell out of my pants as I was checking for my mobile phone before we got up to turn off an incoming SMS. Nice… I was absolutely happy! ;)