On Tuesday afternoon my family and I went to Welfare Square to go on a tour. While all the service does for by church, and their delicious chocolate milk was impressive, once we got back to our car I discovered that my purse was gone. We checked inside, but I knew it had been stolen. As we drove home I started to think about all of the things that were in my purse and my wallet.
Now, we have it almost all sorted out, but it made me realize how dependent we all are on such little cards and phones. I couldn't drive, fill up my car, go grocery shopping, let's face it, buy anything, contact anyone (included John to let him know what happened) and so forth. It was a surreal feeling to be so cut off from everything. Crazy how we have become so accustomed to things that didn't even exist twenty years ago. Thank goodness my family was there to drive me around and watch Carter while I called everyone to cancel cards, file police report and on and on and on.
The good news, I got to go purse shopping with my mom. We literally spent over an hour and a half at one store looking at all the wallets and purses to find the perfect match. Also, my purse only has a wallet with a temporary debit card, a paper driver's license, and that is it. Consider it a purse cleansing. Although, I wouldn't recommend this type of purge to anyone.
