Lost Cookies? Nope, just my mind!

Oh my goodness! How much time did I just waste? How many more grey hairs did I just add? How high is my blood pressure? 22 missing boxes of Girl Scout cookies! How could this happen? Accountability - that's kind of my thing - I was the Disbo, after all. How could this happen?!? Oh, that's right. I drove Ron's car that day and no one has driven it since. Cookies were in the trunk. In the car. In the garage. The whole time. Relief and frustration. Deep breaths. Must calm back down. Good grief!