Discovery

This morning I had this eyelash that kept irritating my eye. I would rub my eye, or close it for a moment, hoping to rub/flush the darn thing out, but no luck. So I decided to go to the bathroom where I could see it in the mirror and solve the problem. After all, it is much easier to work with both eyes open.

As I'm turning to get up from my chair, I decide to resettle the headband in my hair. I start to pull it out and it snaps in two pieces. Uh oh.

"Ok," I think, trying to find a solution. "I must have a rubber band for my hair in my purse." So I set my purse in my lap and begin going through it pocket by pocket. What do I find? Girl Scout pins--what are those doing in there? More pens than I know what to do with. Nothing unexpected in the main pocket. I remember that I'm low on business cards and refill my card holder. Then I open the front outside pocket, and see something familiar looking. I pull on the red tab and realize--I am now staring at a set of keys I thought I lost in November. They've been in my purse the entire time. Over two months.

Oh, and I did find the rubber band, smooth my hair into a ponytail, and remove the offending eye lash. But now I'm still shaking my ponytail at my sudden discovery.