Apparently I’m on my LAST NERVE.
I didn’t realize it till the events I’m about to describe were all over, but pressures had been building…
So this morning I had to go to my own vet to pick up extra stuff for my injured cat, whom I had taken to the emergency vet yesterday. I was looking for some special cortisone cream to take to my vet to show her and ask if I could use it on my injured kitty’s neck. (The answer turned out to be no, but that’s not actually today’s topic!)
I looked for the cream last night and had put it in my purse.
It wasn’t there this morning.
After running all over the place cursing myself for not putting things where they belong, I resorted to the DUMP, throwing everything from the purse on my bed, and yes, the cream was there.
I carefully repacked the purse and headed off for my two errands.
1. Go to vet, discuss cream, pick up antiseptic wash
2. Go to post office with a small gift to mail to my niece.
I got to the vet, showed pictures, got a new collar, picked up the antiseptic wash, and couldn’t find the cream in my purse.
I went out to the car, dumped the purse again, found the cream again, carefully replaced everything, went back in to the vet, and concluded my business.
Next, off to the Post Office. Put on my mask, squirted my hands, picked up a bubble mailer, dug around in my purse for the gift and card, which were not there.
Went back out to the car and dumped the purse AGAIN, only this time, I “lost it.”
An observer would have seen an old lady yelling at something in the front seat of the car. Swearing, in fact, at every item she was pulling from the purse. Swearing as she found what she was looking for and glancing furtively around to make sure there were, in fact, no observers.
I went back into the post office and managed to send the small gift, came back to the car and held it together till I got home.
I told hubby the story of my MaryFuckingPoppins purse.
I asked hubby if he’d just put his arms around my shoulders, and he said
“Why - is the straight jacket not tight enough?”
