by Kristen Bagwell

I've figured it out. TGIF, by the way.

After several days of tension (aka near-despair) at work, I've had a revelation: it's me. It is! Not only has my attitude been showing like a raggedy slip under a cute dress, but it has become evident that I really need to get my act  together.

Case in point: in the car this morning, I'm sitting at a stoplight wondering why I left earlier - but will arrive at work later  - than yesterday, and decide I need to jot down some thoughts. Diving in to my purse, I came up with the following:

• One dusty paci
• 2 half-eaten bags of pretzel m&ms
• One silly band shaped like a flower
• One blue kleenex (definitely used - gross)
• One white kleenex (possibly used - still gross)
• A mascara wand outside of the mascara tube (clean, but kind of gross)
• A small pile of crushed goldfish crumbs
• One brown sharpie (brown??)
• A stray house key (ask me if I know whose this is)
• Three tubes of lip gloss, 2 of which are the same color

• One vitamin

• One pack of Sesame Street Stickers
• One mini-kaleidoscope that sadly, no longer turns
• a bobby pin (??)
• My checkbook (THERE YOU ARE!)

Notably missing:

• Phone (in my hand)
• Wallet (in the basket of kid things behind my seat. ??)
• PEN. Where the heck are my pens?

And I wonder about my stress level at work...