Saturday, June 14, 2008

Smack My Ass And Call Me A Moron

I found my mp3 player.

In my purse.

The same purse I dumped out on several occasions.

The same purse Hubbie went through.

The same purse I have been carrying around all week while I bitched about not having my player.

I don't even care.

I am so happy to have it back I don't care who makes fun of me or calls me a moron. I would never go the WonderGirl route. I full on admit what a dork I am.

So thanks for all of the psychic suggestions. I tried them all. The helpful ones, anyway. My current project is to find a way to surgically attach my player to my forearm.

4 comments:

Barb said...

Glad you found it!
Ive been having trouble signing onto blogger (good times!)
Email me and I will send you my number. Ive been dying to talk to you! I cant find your number anywhere!
gruvyhippiechic@yahoo.com

susan said...

Oh man...I hate it when that happens. I'm glad you found it.

Chris in Happy Valley said...

Did you find my Ray Bans in your purse? Cause if so that would be weird and I would probably have to accuse you of being a thief...

Not Afraid to Use It said...

@Barb: I can't wait to hear all the news!

@Susan: Me too! Thanks!

@CiHV: No, but I am still looking. I did, however, find an old pair of Oakleys the last time I did a search of my parents house. I say retro is the new cool, too bad Hubbie didn't think so.