I never want to read about any dog's anal glands again. When someone says they are tired of the mommy blogs and nursing and poop talk, I just want to say, I see your doodie/boobie blog speak and raise you one anal gland squeezing.
Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
I almost lost my entire purse Sunday. Grocery shopped, got what I needed, unloaded stuff into the car, made sure I grabbed my empty Starfucks Venti Iced Skim Latte glass out of the cart, but forgot my ENTIRE PURSE!!
The fuck?
I got all the way home, unloaded groceries, peed, then went to get my purse so Zoe and I could go to the park. Except it was gone. GONE!
I never forget my purse. It's my inner 3rd generation New Yorker in me. It is like a growth off of my body. I swear I have a purse tumor.
Not only was it my purse, but my beloved cell phone. The one where I have three years of phone numbers. My only digital camera action.
We race back to Kroger. On the way I bit off all of my fingernails. The ones I have so carefully grown out over these past six months. A major sign of stress for me - to have bitten nails. Narly. That is so ill.
My purse was with the manager. Completly intact. Even still had Zoe's $15 (she did the coinstar thing - $15 bucks - wow! More than what I have now).
MY ENTIRE PURSE! The hell??
Posted by debutaunt at August 23, 2005 01:43 PMAhhh! I have totally been there! Losing a purse is exactly like losing an appendage. So glad you got it back!
Posted by: Rachel at August 23, 2005 03:16 PM