The last full weekend of summer, huh? It was beautiful! And despite what the calendar says, the forecast says there’s a lot more summer still to come.
It happened again on the weekend as I set out for the grocery store: the mocking of my keychain. It won’t fit in a pocket, but it doesn’t need to. It probably can’t get lost, either. Derek picks it up like it’s some sort of poisonous creature that might lash out with its tongue at any moment.
This pales in comparison to what my friend Barb Schnier used to carry when we worked at MIX/CFRB. (Do you have photographic evidence, Barb?) But it looks like an alien life form next to Derek’s clean little key-and-fob combination. However, everything on this chain is important to me. And besides, I carry a purse. Well, a tote bag, actually. So I have room for it. And I know a really good chiropractor.