It’s been a busy week at work for both of us, so we’re TGIF’ing up in here. It’s a shame that our Baby Girl will never enjoy a Friday night with the Winslows or the Tanners or the Matthews. We had it good.
Because of the increased workload from our day jobs, we’ve been moving through our spring cleaning spree much slower this week. But last night, we decided to get started on one of our more disorganized culprits: our wallets/purses. (Just to be clear, the “s” on “purses” refers to the multiple purses Joanna owns.)
The wallet is the black hole where many things random and forgotten find a home. Year-old Chick-fil-A receipt, a random business card from your the annoying sales guy on your last flight, gift cards with $2 balances remaining. But no “wallet black hole” has or ever will match that of my grandpa. Take your right hand and pretend like you’re holding a double cheeseburger. Now imagine that cheeseburger magically turns into a wallet. And that’s my grandpa’s wallet. He had receipts, business cards, coupons, small kittens, notes, spilling forth from the sides and torn bottom. I can only imagine the kind of weird stuff you’d fish out of there.
I purposefully have a slim billfold wallet to avoid this family tradition from taking root in my pocket. And even with the slimmer wallet, weird and random things still find a way of creeping in. Case in point, here’s the weirdest (but probably coolest) thing buried in my wallet.
Here’s the backstory… It was the beginning of June 2009. It was the last day of my NYC internship. I picked up one of the free morning metro papers and boarded the train to my office. I perused the newspaper and on a whim decided to look at my horoscope. It’s worth noting I had never previously looked at my horoscope. Ever. So I scanned the page and found Gemini. What followed was straight out of an episode of Unsolved Mysteries. Let me break this down for you.
- “There’s still a caution flag out, when it comes to anything involving long-distance travel” — Just an hour before reading this, I had checked us in online for our flight from NYC to LA the VERY.NEXT.DAY.
- “…higher education” — I was finishing one internship in NYC and starting another in LA. Why? To complete a requirement in my college (aka, higher education) major.
- “and advertising.” — Major in what? Internships in what? ADVERTISING.
- “Put it all off until later.” — That would have been helpful a few hours ago before I checked-in to our flight and effectively sealed our doom by reading this horoscope.
- “Go over your plans again, specifically the financial part.” — When I got to this line, I knew the horoscope was just trolling me. Both internships were unpaid in two of the most expensive cities in the country. Going over our plans again was probably in order.
I’d be lying if I said I just ignored the freakishly perfect tailored horoscope. As our plane touched down in LA the next day, I let out a sigh of relief. But I get the sense that we upset the horoscope gods and their day of reckoning awaits… sorry, Gemini! Until that day comes, I’ll keep it in my wallet as a supernatural keepsake.
What’s the weirdest thing in your wallet/purse/fanny pack? Know that if you have a fanny pack, I’ve got extremely high expectations from you. Happy Friday!
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