my bad.

Drew called me tonight, upset that I spent $225 on the eye doctor.

I tried to explain to him that I’ve never been to an eye doctor in my life, and I certainly didn’t decide to start this week with a sentimental visit to his eye doctor.

He apologized for the misunderstanding.

I hope he enjoyed the appointment.

Or that he gets the money back if there was actually no appointment at all.

But this reminds me of something.

Just a few days after the whole truth of the matter came out, my brother Jason had flown in to be with me from California and had convinced me to come back with him to try to heal a little with Latshaw-WEST. So, I bought my roundtrip flight and that was that.

Until I looked at the bank statement just a few hours later.

And saw a huge purchase that had been made–but not in the same exact amount I had just spent for my flight.

So I called my bank.

Asked them what that purchase was.

Sure enough, it was a flight. And the teller said it involved Florida.

Jase, I mouthed to him while still on the phone, Drew’s skipping town. Going to Florida!

So I got off the phone with the bank and immediately Jason called Drew and confronted him.

Drew had no idea what Jase was talking about and I didn’t know whether I should believe him or not. Jase grilled him, though, and Drew didn’t budge. So, I called the bank again.

Got the same teller, told him that he must think I’m crazy, but I really needed to get to the bottom of this large purchase. He looked a little deeper into it and finally said, Miss Latshaw?

Yes, I affirmed.

Looks like the purchase was made with your actual debit card, he announced.

Oh really? You can tell? With no uncertainty? I made sure.

Without a doubt, He confirmed.

And there I was with egg on my face. I had my brother call Drew back right away, and listened as he quickly explained that he was off the hook.

So who made the purchase? Drew asked.

Jessica did, Jase explained, Just a little while ago.

And that was the time when I bought a round trip flight, saw the purchase show up in my back account, made my brother call Drew and accuse him for it, and then finally was made to realize that the purchase had been mine all along.

Duh.

In my defense, I had recently found out the most horrible news I couldn’t have even imagined. Seriously. I had at times imagined Drew’s death and quickly teared up, the thought was so terrifying. I had no idea to be afraid of anything worse.

Turns out Anything Worse came. And yes, it was the movie, The Ring, whereas my older, more innocent fears were the good old, soft and round Teletubbies, albeit pretty creepy in their own right.

But still, Jason and I still laugh about that one today. Just did tonight, in fact.