yep. she shore did. right from under my lil red nose. Well, not quite, but pretty close.
James and I went to Wendy's for supper the other night. And if I may say so, on MY scale of 1 - 10, the day was a 8 being not so grand. It seemed like I tripped and fell over everything. It was all in the way. gotta hate that when stuff just plunks it self smack in front of your toes. and I have a minor temper tantrum in my kitchen early that morning... (I broke my FAVORITE bowl. look at them here. it was full of cereal. and it fell. smashing and crashing, and smithering to tiny little pieces on the floor. so in my upsetness. and to top off the pile. I dumped the rest of the box of 'LIFE" on top.that.felt.good.)
so we went to Wendy's for supper. but I think I told you that already, right? yep. and when we left, I was just sooo tired and ready to sleep, I left my purse on the table. I did. We drove to 6644 Toluca Ave. which took us about 8 min. considering all the stop lights were red. (I really don;t know that for a fact.) and I said James. MY PURSE. it's on that table in Wendy's. So we just turned around and drove back. I walked in and asked the 'waitress'. Did I leave my purse here?
Her eyes got BIG. and she said. 'that lady, she took it!'
She proceeded to tell me, which lady. And that the LADY had told her that MY $60 (knock-off at Ross for $18 ;)) NINE WEST grey leather purse was HER 5 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER'S. ok. now I understand If you have absolutely nothing better to do with your purses, you mothers out there, you might give your 5 year old girl an old purse. BUT. this purse was approximately the same size as her entire upper body. Do you know what I am saying. this was NOT a purse a 5 year old would carry. Now maybe had it been my red PRADA bag, which is considerably daintier, I could see. but unless you are 'SHOPAHOLIC' herself, I really doubt your 5 year old would even carry PRADA.
James and I went after her, but to no avail. She was long gone johnny. So I called Ms. 911. and she sent me Mr. Police. and he asked me all kind of questions about what was in my purse, and how much it cost, and ya... all kinds. Then he told me to go home and cancel my credit cards. So I did.
But inside my heart was veeery heavy. Because. just not even a week ago, I had received an very important paper in the mail. MY SOCIAL SECURITY number. and it was in my purse. so I was sad.
But my heart was lightened when my 5 year old nephew called and informed me, that I could after all just go to Wal-Mart and buy a new one!!! (His other suggestion was not quite so comforting. That I would have a baby, and than that baby could buy me a new purse when it turned 6!!?? ya . not comforting. to wait 6 years and 9 months for a new purse. ugg.)
But, another thing we did do was sigh a prayer to Jesus that He would help us get that bag back. I was not the only one praying. I just needed it back, and there was others that knew and joined me in my prayer. (thanks :))
at 7:30 AM my mother-in-law gets a phone call, from the CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY PATROL . (otherwise known to the locals as CHP) that somebody had hung my purse on their entrance door early that morning. Nobody saw who it was, and we still do not know.
But all I can say is that once again God showed His power and proved to me once again that He is in control!!!!!
So now I have my purse. everything is in it. BUT I CAN NOT GET MYSELF TO TOUCH IT. its gross.it's been man- handled by someone who was looking for money,identity, I dunno what. but its just GROSS. eck. So it sits in the back of the pick-up. Just in case I need proof of being a legal driver.
anybody want to clean it out for me??!!