|Okay there is an explanation for all that stuff in my purse|
Yep, I'm back. We have had a multitude of experiences over the past week. Mostly dealing with medical appointments and visitors to our home. With so many stories to relate I don't know where to begin. So, here's a funny thing that happened to me one day.
I was headed for town to pick up some tuna at the dollar store. My cell phone beeped and knew I had missed a call. There was a voicemail from my brother telling me they were on their way to visit. I quickly acknowledged their message and continued my journey to town.
Shortly after returning home I was looking for my cell phone. Rummaging through my purse I could not find it. Remembering the last time I used it I feared I had put it in my lap and lost it when I got out of the van. Perhaps it had dropped inside the van so I checked. It was not there.
Before driving back to town, I decided to call the phone and see if maybe it had been overlooked in my purse. Sure enough, my purse started ringing. I dumped everything out of my purse onto the floor and called again. My purse was still ringing. I squeezed my purse to feel for the phone, pulled the lining wrong side out and looked for a tear where the phone may have slipped under the lining. No phone. I looked at the pile of things I dumped out of my purse and decided maybe it was the pile of stuff that was ringing. I carried my purse out of the room and called the phone again. My purse was still ringing.
Suddenly I remembered that I had stuck the cell phone in my BRA. I was ringing:)