While sitting on passenger side of the car I was horrified to discover I was holding my purse on my lap with my hands lying neatly on top of it. No! It wasn't possible. One of my grandmothers had come to possess my body! She was there sitting in MY car and holding her/my "pocketbook" on her/my lap! I panicked. What should I do? Where should I put my purse? How did I used to hold my purse? I couldn't remember! I looked down again. Wait...those are my grandmothers hands on the "pocketbook!"
Short essays from a neurotic, middle-aged woman who describes the aging process with hopefully witty sarcasm.
23 January, 2011
HOW NOT TO HOLD YOUR POCKETBOOK
While sitting on passenger side of the car I was horrified to discover I was holding my purse on my lap with my hands lying neatly on top of it. No! It wasn't possible. One of my grandmothers had come to possess my body! She was there sitting in MY car and holding her/my "pocketbook" on her/my lap! I panicked. What should I do? Where should I put my purse? How did I used to hold my purse? I couldn't remember! I looked down again. Wait...those are my grandmothers hands on the "pocketbook!"
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