I don’t know where I get to when the weekend comes. I sure don’t get drunk as in THE LOST WEEKEND!! I don’t run off with the milkman for a hot fudge sundae in bed!! I don’t show up in MOMMA’S Corner either!! Maybe it is a senior moment but my clothes aren’t wrinkled, no bruises, or broken bones or nails. So I have no excuse for going AWOL. Bear with me I might wander back in one of these days.
Hmm…Could be the horror of patching my jeans for the 20th time on Saturday that has lead to the loss. Hell if I had to stare at grubby pants I’d want to forget too.