That would be me on the right.
I’m the one going for a brain…
Most definitely will pay attention to the following warning…
Yesterday was proof enough that I must get a brain, or at the very least, use the one I have…
I had the best of plans, get up early bake a cake for my friend whose dad died. That was great until the very end where you brown the topping… forgot it was in the oven and made charcoal topping…
Then next I spent 45 minutes waiting at doctor’s office and as if that wasn’t torture enough another hour waiting at Wal-Mart for it to be filled… No, I couldn’t just drive thru where I usually go, because I was going to be paying for this one myself… Since I had lost my prescription and needed to refill before the month was over… Just a mere $60 later…
Finally I’m off to Monticello, to get my area together… With only 3 hours to do my magic, ( I need a good 8) I knock over my neighbors display (thankfully not the transfer ware).
Naturally I’m far from finished, the store is closing. It is time to leave, so I haul the extras out on a cart and I’m off… I have 3 hours until all the stores will close and I’m in the BIG City, so I will do a little shopping.
When I stop at the thrift store a few miles down the road, YIKES!! No purse!! Well now what?? I call the store, no answer… Did I leave my purse on the sidewalk next to the dumpster?? Where I unloaded the cart??
Well naturally I must go back and look, and while I’m backing out…I’m thinking about should I try and cancel the credit cards if I don’t know if it is lost or just left inside??? And how I am going to tell the doctor I lost the prescription again…
I hit that great big pole I was parked next too… Not just a tiny little bit but 2 panels worth…
Oh great! I suppose somehow that was my fault???
Back to Monticello, where of course every car behind me is a cop and KNOWS I don’t have my license and I will be getting a ticket…
I finally get back, and no purse by the dumpster, I’m thinking of course someone found it, sitting there waiting to be taken…
And then.. who should happen to drive by as she was leaving?
It was Joyce, the one with a key (and the brains). Thankfully I had left my purse in my space…
So, when you hear me I chanting…