Are you there, God? It's me, DebbieCakes.
Last night while I was getting dinner ready, the phone rang. I couldn't get to it and checked the answering machine- it was the movie theatre! The movie theatre where my wallet had last been seen alive and on my person! And they had it!!
Well, I can't give "Julie", the movie theatre manager, all the credit now. I think I need to give a "Holla" and a "Whoop, whoop" to Anthony, Patron Saint Of Lost Things.
My man really pulled through for me this time. And now I spread my joy onto you, so that you may hear about the true miracle that occurred last night- not only was my wallet recovered, but everything was in it, including the cash. If that's not a real live miracle, I don't know what is.
Oh, you didn't think a Jewish girl prayed to Catholic Saints? Well, this one does, sucka.
Lose your wallet, car keys, your car in a giant parking lot, or even your mind and try St. Anthony sometime.
St. Anthony. It works.