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.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Smack My Ass And Call Me A Moron
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4 comments:
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
Oh man...I hate it when that happens. I'm glad you found it.
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...
@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.
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