Oh, you're almost spot on! See, Dr. Craig's office recommended that I wear something that would be easy to put on after the procedure. Knowing that my first niece would be in charge of me, I decided to put her in charge of my ID, too. That's because I wanted to wear my flowing green dress, which has zero pockets.
"You mean she lost your stuff??"
Oh, no, Christina Ann is actually responsible for me finally finding it! We were sitting in the parking lot at the Carey Hilliard's on Skidaway, in her van, during a rainstorm. That was after spending at least 30 minutes in my driveway, pulling everything out from under her front seats, pulling every little thing out of the center console, even searching the back seat. The little 'wallet' in which I keep my ID and such was nowhere to be found. That's why we had returned to the restaurant, to check the ground, to check inside to see if it had been turned in. After we had exhausted every possibility, she looked under the passenger visor - nope, not there. In the glovebox? Nope. What the fresh hell??? Then she asked, "Do you think it might be in your bra?" So I stuck my hand in there... and there it was.
"Seriously? You didn't remember putting it there? Girl, that's hilarious!"
(Sigh) All my anesthesia brain remembered was that my left thumb had held the 'wallet' on top of my to-go box. I'd placed it all - or so I thought - in that center console while I got settled in the passenger seat. The next thing I knew, I looked on top of the to-go box and my 'wallet' was gone. I was sure it would turn up inside the console!
"Wow."
It wasn't until my hand touched it in my bra that I remembered, oh so dimly, placing it there so it wouldn't get knocked off the box. Why I hadn't put it with my keys in the side door pocket I have no idea. I felt like such a blonde, even though those blonde roots have been invisible for decades.
"And how did she react?"
She didn't laugh at me, so that was good. She did give me some grief about it, though, once we got back to my house. It's our inside joke now. "Is your wallet in your bra?" "Did you check your bra?"
"She's such good people."
Yes, she is. She's only just now left. I ate some blueberry yogurt, with some of those wild blueberries from Georgetown, to help get my gastrointestinal tract back into working order. That SuPrep has had murky yellow liquid making its way out of me at odd times. I think some fiber is in order for dinner. Let me see if I can find something along those lines. Then it'll be an early bedtime this evening.
"That sounds like a winner. Sweet dreams, dear."
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