Monday morning I kissed Jordan and Suzi goodbye and they got in the car to leave. I heard it crank, and then a horrible thought struck me: Where is my purse??? Usually my purse and I are like peanut butter and jelly, but the night before we arrived home from Columbia after dark and I was in the back seat with Suzi. My purse was still in the front. Since I didn't get back into the front, there it sat all night. Holding my cell phone. My wallet. My keys. My LIFE!
Had I not run out the front door at the last second (and I mean as Jordan was backing out) waving my arms and yelling for Jordan to stop, he would have left me sitting at home with no way to drive to work and no way to even call and let them know I was stranded. (We don't have a home phone.) Although everything I needed was right there in plain sight from the van window, I wouldn't have been able to get in without a key!
I just thank God for saying Jenny--ahem--isn't there something important missing this morning?
P.S. Sorry for the lapse in posts. I have been obsessing over entering contests at the Bloggy Giveaways Carnival and haven't had time to write anything! You should go too! The 1000+ contests should keep you occupied for a few minutes.
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