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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