Wednesday, October 21, 2009
"Why is my Bra in my Purse?"
Something I never thought I would say to myself. "Why is my Bra in my Purse?" Yeah... I didn't see that one coming either. Maybe some of my friends & family are not shocked by me having a moment like that. I find that sad...but funny!
I was no Party Girl in High School or Young Adult. I believe in sex after marriage. So I never had a "wild night" or "one night stand". But as I was getting ready to go the grocery store, I was feeling around in my purse for my keys and I kept feeling wire. Wire under cloth. I pull it out and I was very shocked to find my bra folded in my purse. The worst part, I couldn't remember why. I was like, "What the...?" Slowly as I am standing with my purse in one hand and my bra in the other, I kind of wiggled to make sure the "girls" were in one. Because somtimes I am not thinking about what I am doing at the time. As a Mom sometimes you find yourself thinking about things you Need to do. For example: while I was dressing in a rush this morning...I wasn't thinking, "OK, now I am putting on my Bra. Check. Done." Nope that doesn't happen in my scary world (Which is my brain or whats left of it.) I was thinking, " We need bread, Milk, ground beef. hmmm...Taco soup sounds good. I haven't thought about costumes for the kids. I need to get on that. I think five pumpkins is enough. Where did October go?" That was running through my head. So when that Bra popped up. "I thought I had just had a very odd "senior moment".
But then it all came back to me. Saturday Morning Derek and I were at the ER (again) And they wanted an Xray. I was doped up. (We also have found out the hard way, I sure am an awnry druggie!) I was so fed up with being sick, missing a family get together, and so many IV pokes that by the time I left the ER, I was done! I threw my sweater back on and threw my Bra in my purse. Derek did not say anything to me. Because I am not very nice when I am doing morphine. I get all "GRRRR!!" What man in his right mind would say to his wife of 15 years, "Umm...babe...are you sure you don't want to put your bra on?" I don't know alot of those guys. Anyways. That's how the Bra got in the purse. Just thought I'd share.
The ER and I...were going to break up! These dates are going nowhere and I always have to buy! (and I tell you tongue dispencers don't come cheap.) There is give and take. Howeve it's usually them taking my blood and me giving too many nurses one more try to see if she can find a vein that won't blow out. So don't expect anymore News on how that's going. Were done. That whole bra thing was the last straw! I feel used and I don't remember most of it. I am moving on! I can do better.