Mortification Magnet

That’s what I am.

The sis went to Europe back in May and was kind enough to bring me back a couple of prizes.  The first one was a fake silly gift, and the other was a pair of super cute Turkish earrings.  She gave them to me when Daddy and I went to visit her in July {which I still need to blog about.  But I need to finish Alaska first.  God, I suck!} and I put them in my purse and forgot about them.  Well, not the earrings, but the pseudo prize.

I guess over time, this little gem may have fallen out of my purse and had been hiding somewhere under the driver’s seat of my car until I stumbled upon it sometime last week.  I enjoyed a quick giggle and just laid it down in my cup holders and went on about my business.  No big deal.  There was plenty of crap on top of it {so I thought} for someone not to notice, but apparently, I must have thrown some of that trash away, leaving it open for the public viewing.  Didn’t think twice about it.

Friday afternoon, I called to have the valet guys at work bring my car up so I could leave for the weekend.  I got in, buckled up and raced towards home, but it wasn’t until I reached the Tollway that I noticed they had found my little prize.  Not only had they seen it, which was bad enough, they also decided to display it oh so nicely for everyone to gawk at. 

Shit!