And the after:
The other day we were in Sam's because we want to get a fridge for camp. Our camper has a fridge in it but we want one for the screen room outside to keep beer and water in. Anyhoooooo, we were at Sam's waaaaay down in the back of the store when Gary askes me to go to the service desk to ask a question about the fridge. Namely, when the hell they will have some in stock.....
Me: "Fine, Gary. I'll walk up there. Will you watch my pocketbook if I leave it here in the buggy?"
Gary: "Of course. What do I look like, an idiot?"
I stroll up to the service desk and speak to the gentleman working there. He informs me that in order to even begin to slightly comprehend what I'm talking about I need to walk all the way to the back of the store AGAIN and bring him the little white item card from where the fridge is on display. Little did I know that Gary had already thought of that and was on his way to the front of the store with it. I met him halfway, he with the card and no buggy... which meant NO POCKETBOOK... which meant MY POCKETBOOK was in a buggy, in the back of Sam's. I immediately went into high speed come apart mode which meant that Gary's ears began bleeding from the screeching I was doing. I couldn't help it. My pocketbook holds my life in it. Not to sound melodramatic but I have crossed over to the mom side. You know that side where, before kids, you carry this little purse with a lipstick and driver's license in it and then after kids you carry a diaper bag with changes of clothing (for everyone), diapers, bottles, snacks, toys, wipes. Well, the diaper bag really never disappears.... it morphs into a Mom Purse...... complete with everything to calm, soothe, suture, floss, brush, pluck, swab, wipe and disinfect... for everyone. We carry backache, headache, and allergy pills. We have tampons, pads, Midol and Rolaids. Not to mention.... debit cards, library cards, insurance cards, and a deck of cards. Back to the story..... my pocket book was safe and sound. No identity theft or missing Chiclets. However, I think Gary has a new appreciation for my purse and its meaning to me.
As Capital One says...... What's in your purse?