by Karen Mains
The first clue last January that I was succumbing to getting-ready-to-go stress was when I returned home after the movies without the new brown leather gloves I had bought on sale to go with the new, warm coat I'd also bought on sale. Well, I thought. You'll just have to go without or wear your old ones. This will teach you to be careless with new things!
Losing a pair of gloves might not seem like such a big deal, but I had also run to ALDI that day, bought Swiss cheese and some bread, and hand-carried my purchases out of the store because I had neglected to bring in my ALDI bag. When I returned home, I couldn't find the Swiss cheese. I looked under the car in the driveway, checked the front seat, the floor—no cheese. I made myself a peanut-butter sandwich instead.
Hurrying to Wal-Mart that evening to pick up some necessities, I then stopped at Target, popped into the cleaners, pumped gas into the car, and didn't realize until late at night that I hadn't unpacked my Wal-Mart purchases. Down to the front door, out in the dark, I checked the front seat, checked the back, opened the trunk—no bag. Read full post at Hungry Souls...
The first clue last January that I was succumbing to getting-ready-to-go stress was when I returned home after the movies without the new brown leather gloves I had bought on sale to go with the new, warm coat I'd also bought on sale. Well, I thought. You'll just have to go without or wear your old ones. This will teach you to be careless with new things!
Losing a pair of gloves might not seem like such a big deal, but I had also run to ALDI that day, bought Swiss cheese and some bread, and hand-carried my purchases out of the store because I had neglected to bring in my ALDI bag. When I returned home, I couldn't find the Swiss cheese. I looked under the car in the driveway, checked the front seat, the floor—no cheese. I made myself a peanut-butter sandwich instead.
Hurrying to Wal-Mart that evening to pick up some necessities, I then stopped at Target, popped into the cleaners, pumped gas into the car, and didn't realize until late at night that I hadn't unpacked my Wal-Mart purchases. Down to the front door, out in the dark, I checked the front seat, checked the back, opened the trunk—no bag. Read full post at Hungry Souls...
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