So, my baby sister left home for Orlando on a trip with her friends (and one of their moms). I was sad to see her go and woke up kinda sad, wishing she was still around. We have so much fun together. That's my pookie. Well, when I woke up and decided to start getting out of the bed my dad was yelling. Honestly, I thought he was yelling at my mom... but that's out of character for him and for their relationship... so then I realized he was yelling at Pookie. She apparently lost her wallet with the $100 they had given her for the trip BEFORE making it out of town. She thought she had put it in her McDonald's bag that had been thrown away at a gas station on the way out of town. Therefore, mom, dad and I pile into the car, drive to this gas station about 20 minutes from the house and go through the trash can in attempts to find this fabled bag, which we hoped had the wallet. Well, we looked all up and through that trash can and the one beside it. There was no wallet. This was a big wallet, mind you... like one of those cigarette case ones.. It was unmistakeably not there. So then we go to the McDonald's and ask again (her friend's dad had gone over there earlier) if they had seen her wallet. They still didn't have it.
One the one hand, I feel bad for her because I know this has put a damper on her trip and she doesn't know what to expect when she gets home... kinda like how I was last weekend. On the other hand I'm like "You're 16, how are you making such poor decisions in keeping up with your money? What's really going on?" Mostly, I think I'm upset at her for messing up the beginning of her trip over something so stupid. This was definitely a learning experience for her though, so I guess it will be for the better in the long term. It just sucks for her today. Poor pookie.
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