Sometimes I really have to wonder how I've survived for the past 28 years. Take today for instance.
As I pulled into a parking space in front of my condo, I felt a wave of anxiety that I had left my keys at work. Searching through my purse, my suspicions were quickly confirmed. I heaved a sigh of aggravation at myself as I reached for the ignition to drive back to work.
Oh wait...
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OH Haley!!!! hahaha, I wish I could say I don't relate to this story!!!
ReplyDeleteHAHA! I'm soo like this, too. I often dig around my purse for my keys....keys in hand!
ReplyDeletethat's awesome!