Saturday, December 19, 2015


Have you ever driven to a store or mall to shop, then walked out to the parking lot afterward and not been able to find your car?

It happened to me the other day. When I couldn’t spot my Honda CRV, I felt this burning sensation inside.

Was my car stolen?!?
Of course not! I have an alarm system!

But what if it didn’t activate?!?
Of course not! The alarm system works just fine! Sometimes it goes off when I’m sitting in my car, unknowingly hit the remote door lock when I’m fumbling around with something, and then put the key into the ignition to start my car!!! Sets off the alarm every time...and boy, that thing is loud! It won’t stop until you unlock the doors...and you have to do that with the remote!

Maybe I probably just went out a different exit than where I entered. Nope. Can’t be. Lowe’s stores only have entrances and exits in the front.

I was in a fix. My car was definitely gone. I figured I should call the police, then call Joe and tell him what happened. Oh dear.

I couldn’t believe my car was stolen from a Lowe’s parking lot! It’s the holidays! And we’re in the midst of moving to our new home! This was a lousy time for something like this.

...and then I remembered.

Joe and I traded cars with one another earlier that day so he could get my tires checked before our Christmas trip. In all the scenarios I imagined, I forgot to imagine that maybe...just maybe...I was looking for the wrong car.

Just another day in the life of a discombobulated woman.

With every blog, I close with this challenge: If you have a pulse, you have a purpose. Make your life count!

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