Friday, February 6, 2009


Today I sprinted through Wal-Mart in search of my purse, which I discovered was missing after my visit to the dressing room. (Don't judge me. The Juniors Section has cute shirts right now.)

I frowned at people. I was crabby with the uninterested customer service representative. I groaned at my husband, when he refused to cancel my credit cards and told me to check the car for my purse.

Check the car? How blond did he think I was?

You guessed it. The purse was smiling at me from the passenger's seat.

Stupid purse.

Stupid crabbiness.

Stupid Wal-Mart.

Smart husband.

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I know all about waiting--for the right guy, for high school to end, for my boobs to come in (two out of three ain't bad).

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