I blindly ran in those stunning; black, leather, and high-heeled boots…for about five blocks. Then, winded and weepy, I called Ma on my cell.
“I can’t find the car!” Whoah, where am I? I don’t recognize anything!
“We only parked two blocks away!” (Ma admitted later that she began worrying that it had been towed due to a defect in our parking meter.)
Oooops. How about I turn around? Hey, I can see the Dr’s office from here. Oh, hey, I can see the red jeep from here.
“Never mind!”
And there it was…
FOUND!…
My dark brown, fake-Prada (“Fraud-a”) wallet!
It was sitting between the curb and the front tire of my mom’s jeep.
What an auspicious beginning…let’s go meet the new hematologist!
Maybe your doc will look like Dr. Jonas!
Oh baby…you know how much it turns me on when you talk about Days Of Our Lives…my husband rocks, y’all!