Most Embarrasing Delivery EVER!

The other night I went to drop the verse card and a gift card. I put them both on the center console of my very, very messy van. Halfway to Rachel and Jeremy's I heard the gift card slide onto the floor while I was taking a turn. I didn't think much about it until I got to their house and went to find it. It was GONE! So there I am, parked in front of the house trying to subtly dig through three inches of trash, leftover snacks, Sunday school papers and baby paraphernalia. Yep, that's real sneaky. Finally I decided I should just pull around the corner and get out of the van. So there I am, on my hands and knees in the back seat of the van when a very nice POLICE OFFICER pulls over to see if I need any help. Of course I didn't hear him coming up behind me because I was talking to myself and to my children (who, incidentally, weren't with me and probably couldn't hear me anyway, but whatever). It took awhile to convince him that I wasn't 1)drunk, 2)high, 3)recently escaped from some mental institution. Once I explained the whole story he went on his merry little way with a smirk on his face that I just really didn't appreciate. ANYWAY, I finally found the gift card, made the drop and headed for home. Halfway home my phone rings, so I turn on the light to look for that when I discover the GIFT CARD sitting on the front seat. So I turned back around, went back to the Olimb's, removed my YMCA membership card from the little green box and left the actual gift card. Then I went home and told my husband the entire story ending with, "Please, please don't tell anyone what happened tonight. It would be completely embarrassing!"