‘member those wonderful prescription sunglasses I finally sold my kidney to buy?
Well, I had them on the last Saturday in February at The Powder Keg Festival.
I wore them Sunday afternoon.
I know I had them in my jacket pocket on that Monday because I pawed them and thought, “Cripes Stephanie! This is NO place for an expensive pair of sunglasses!”
And that’s the last I remember of them.
There’s only a certain number of places they could have gone.
I checked the path I walk.
Called the Train Depot.
Checked my camera bag.
Checked the frame case.
Where the hell could they be?
Perhaps I should “ask” around the house… perhaps I’ll find my missing earrings too.