Tell us the purse story, Sarah!

the purse

Gather ‘round kiddies for a true story featuring Sarah’s absent mindedness. This morning, I arrived at school at about 7:00. I parked in a public pay lot and started thinking about getting a coffee from starbucks. As I exited my vehicle, I noticed a crumpled up paper bag on the floor board. I picked it up, gathered my book bag and purse, locked the truck, and went to the trash can that was located on the near by sidewalk. I tossed the paper bag and took off for Starbucks (“tra-la-la-fiddle-dee-dee, I want a sugar free hazelnut coffee”.) I get to Starbucks, located a block away from where I parked, and approached the counter. Before I order, I always have my wallet ready. I like to save time that way. So I go for my purse to get my wallet and OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…..I did not have my purse! SHIT!
I am thinking of the three possibilities that could have happened:
1. I dropped my purse on the way to starbucks. Unlikely.
2. I left my purse in the car. This would suck because my keys, wallet, and phone were all in my purse. But, the purse would have been relatively safe.
3. I threw my purse in the trash along with the paper bag.
Guess which one it was?

I ran back to my car as fast as my rolling bag would allow (picture me running with a rolling bag…it’s good for a laugh). Panic was setting in. Palms were sweaty, mom’s spaghetti…
I am scanning the street for my bag the whole way. Nothing.
I reach my car and glance inside….not there.
Two steps later, I am at the trash can…
IT WAS SITTING THERE AMONGST THE PILE OF GARBAGE!!!
Wa-hooo! I got lucky.
The end.

In other news:

I am a cookie crumb away from checking myself into a rehab program for my cookie addiction. I have had chocolate chip cookies for three days in a row now. The madness must stop here. I am going to just say no to cookies for a while. Please do not offer me any. I will be relying on your support.