Where's My Purse!?

You won't believe this....

Last night after dinner I made a detailed list of everything I needed at Wal M*rt. I was proud of my little list because I knew I had thought of everything this time...AND I was making the trek all by myself! No distractions, no loud children, no time restraints. I went to the closest store to our house, which is 20 minutes away. The weather was a bit frightful...our little country road was literally a sheet of ice (apparently the thousands of dollars we pay in property taxes just isn't quite enough to get the attention of a snow plow or salt/sand truck). No worries, I'm a pro at mini-van ice skating.

I safely arrived at my discount destination and even got a somewhat close parking spot. The planets were aligned and I was finally making progress. I turned the van off, reached for my purse and....and....whipped neck around 180 degrees....my purse...where's my purse??? Please don't tell me the true answer...please. **huge sigh** No need to search high and low, I knew exactly where it was....cozy warm at home. AAAAHHHH!!! AAAAAHHHH!!! (I won't lie...my immediate thought was, this will make a great blog post!)

I called home....no answer. Called again....no answer (just my annoying shrill voice on the answering machine). Why doesn't my family answer the phone? What if I was in a ditch, dangling upside down with only 30 seconds of battery life left on my phone? Thankfully, for them, that wasn't the case...just in a parking lot with no ID, no money, no credit cards.

What happened to the days of Little House on the Prairie (which I happen to live very close to btw) where the Ingles just ran to The Mercantile and and charged their flour, salt, fabric and a candy for each of the kids to their account? Couldn't I just tell the cashier at WM to put it on my account? I'm good for it, I promise! I have oodles of credit...I pay my balance in full every month. No bother.

I finally reached my darling husband on his cell (yes, he was at home...just opted not to answer the land-line...probably knew there was bad news on the other end). He offered to bring me my purse but I knew that would cause a big rumble with Lucy (he didn't have a car seat to bring her with him), so I just said, "Nope. It's getting late, I'll just come back tomorrow."

So now it's tomorrow...we got a couple more inches of snow & I MUST GO at some point today. The saga continues....stay tuned, surely this will end with something else interesting happening (I'll probably end up in WM jail for holiday rage...plowing into some annoyingly slow person in aisle 5....or sitting in the corner of the dairy section downing a quart of egg nog in hopes of drowning my stress away....or making myself a little apartment in the bedding section to escape it all...)