Somewhere between my classroom and the apartment I lost my lunchbox.
I don’t know how this happened.
But it reminds me of back in the day when I would lose my hairbrush and my mom would say “Look in the last place you had it,” and I’d look at her like she was crazy because hello, if I remembered that, I’d know exactly where the brush was.
A little note to the person who finds the lunchbox: the pepperoni and cheese were courtesy of a last minute–crap, I forgot to pack my lunch and I’ve got to get–scramble to leave this morning.
I’m not sure why I was scrambling. My alarm went off at 5:45 and 6:00 and 6:15 and 6:30. Okay, maybe I do know why leaving was rushed.
Back to the hairbrush. The one I remember most was white with a glittery plastic handle and bristles that made me wince as I brushed through the tangles.
Once I used an entire bottle of TAME conditioner on my hair to try to get those tangles under control. The commercial lied. I still had tangles AND my mom busted my backside.
Trouble was my middle name back then. There was the BandAid Woman episode where I took all the bandaids in the house and plastered them all over my body then jumped in front of Young and the Restless and sang “BandAid Woman!” like I was Shazam or something.
Yeah. That did not end well.
I’m not sure if the hairbrush was lost at that time, but it sure the heck was found, and man, was I ever sorry about that.
BUT I won’t be sorry if my lunchbox shows up tomorrow.
AND my mom was right. That advice is golden.
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