So, we had been moving for days and days, it was raining really hard, and the folks working on my car had already delayed us a day, and…well, it sucked trying to get out of Orlando.

In all the confusion, I left our television in the garage of our old house – the one I complained had been stolen out of our car.

Oops.

In my defense, I did say “I can’t allow that one person to sour me on humanity.”

Especially since it turns out that one person is me. Good thing.