The Vault

I have a habit that embarrasses Darling Daughter. Wait, who am I trying to kid? She's 13 - everything I do embarrasses her.

But this particular habit is that when I get out of the car to pump my own gas, and I swipe my credit card through the pump card reader, I put my credit card into my bra, and then start pumping gas. I usually forget it's there and then go to the store and think I've lost my card.

Hey, I'm middle-aged, gravity has already taken it's toll - it may as well be good for SOMETHING. Heck, I could stick a can of soda in there and smuggle it into the theater. But not chocolate. That would melt and make a mess.

I thought I was the only one who did this. My daughter has certainly made it clear that I'm a freak in this regard.

Then we had an event at the church, and I was approached by a visitor (a woman) who asked me for a phone number. I gave her my answer - and she wrote it down and TUCKED IT INTO HER BRA. (I was standing there at that precise moment with a credit card tucked into my OWN bra.)

Just then another women from church walked by and I asked her if I had given the correct phone number. "Hold on, let me check," she said, as she PULLED HER CELL PHONE OUT FROM HER BRA.

Now I have a new name for my bra. I call it THE VAULT.

A total CHICK POST...be warned..

So I'm down here taking a little mini-vacation with Darling Daughter and her BFF. Things were a little crazy before we left home so of course a few things were forgotten (like hair mousse and hairdryer - I look like Moe of the Three Stooges...).

This morning I realized I forgot to pack ... implements used in a monthly fashion by ladies ... so I am digging through my purse (BIG purse...LOTS of stuff) for a pad.

New pad, still in it's little paper envelope. I opened the 'envelope', went to take the strip off the sticky part ... big surprise - there is a quarter stuck there! What a shocker!

Now I carry so much crappola in my purse it is not totally out of the question for loose change to work it's way into this little paper envelope while jiggling around at the bottom of my purse. But this got me thinking in a whole new direction.

What if sanitary pads came with a prize like Cracker Jacks!?

Or the very least, a riddle or a joke like Popsicle sticks? Wouldn't that be something? It might actually make 'that time of the month' more pleasant. Maybe entertaining is a better description.

My D.D. started in 6th grade as did several of her friends. Sixth graders look fairly grown-up but they still have a lot of little girl in them, and this very grown-up thing was a little frightening at first. Wouldn't it be easier if there was a little humor thrown in there, like a prize or a riddle?

Obviously I have thought about this way too much. It must be the 'Guitar Hero' over load.