The Wisdom of ME

Obviously, the title of this post is entirely tongue in cheek! Here's an example of my recent wisdom. Actually, before I take the piss out of myself do that, here's an example of something that passes for a bit of my wisdom.

But yes, sometimes I surprise myself. As you may recall, a few weeks ago I lost my cell phone. It was one of those occasions when I just knew it was in the house. Tore the place apart I did, and it finally came to me, like a bolt of lightening, where it might be.

Well, last week I went out to a fairly posh dinner and decided that the large, black leather handbag (I use the word loosely) was possibly too casual and too huge for the event. I opted for a smaller version and transferred my make-up bag, comb, tissues, one credit card and my driving license/licence into it. (It was too small to get my humungous purse/wallet in there.) And that was the last I saw of the credit card and driving license. What a pain! See, over here at least, you're supposed to have your driving license with you when you're driving; you also sometimes need it as ID when buying stuff with a credit card. The credit card I lost was, naturally, the card that also gets me money out of the hole-in-the-wall.

Obviously I tore the place apart - again. Ten days this went on. I was determined not to break down and apply for another driving license. I mean, I knew the darn things were in the house. Back upstairs I went; searched the two bags that had swapped contents (no luck), and every jacket hanging in my closet (no luck). OK, tough measures needed; I turned my attention to the old plastic toy crate that now houses my collection of rarely used handbags. It was only when I saw the "other" evening bag that I remembered - The bag that I had been searching was my original choice but at the very last minute, I changed my mind and took another one. Bingo. There they were, sitting obediently in the inside pocket, waiting patiently for their memory-challenged mother to reclaim them. (I swear this has never happened to any of my children. They wouldn't fit in the inside pocket anyway!)

So lesson learned - Don't be a fashionista; one ginormous black handbag fits every occasion. Swapping them out for smaller, more appropriate bags is just asking for trouble.