So I call the bank yesterday all prepared to yell at them for stealing my hard-earned money. I’ve got my materials in front of me, my checkbook, my bank statement, my receipts. Then the guy on the other end starts going over everything that’s happened since my last statement. Wait, say that again? What check number was that? Fuck. The last check to the credit card company I wrote I never recorded in my checkbook. Uh, that might explain where all of my money went, dumbass.