After work, I got pulled over by a local police officer for expired tags. Yep, let them expire. After yelling at me about how much it was going to cost if he took my car to impound. Then made me give him one good reason why he should let me keep my car. That is when the tears began to flow freely and sobbingly I explained a little about Annika having a heart condition. In a very stern voice, he let me know that he had a heart and told me to get it taken care of right away. Well, I didn't mess around. I headed home. Grabbed the paperwork needed. Googled the DMV times. While making a few phone calls. Then quickly hustled out the door, still in work clothing, to the DMV. Twenty min. later I was sitting amongst a large mass of people. All waiting. It was crazy busy.
Holding my ticket with my number, 134. I settled in for the long wait. After texting a few people. Then emailing a few people. Receiving a couple of phone calls. I finally put my phone down. Took a few deep breaths and relaxed. I noticed all of the sudden that my right shoulder was bugging me. What the heck? Usually my left shoulder bugs me now and then, not the right. Then I looked down at my purse. Yesterday, I had my annual lady visit. The nurse had drawn blood from my left arm. Then told me not to carry my purse on my left shoulder for a few days and that would keep my arm from bruising. Fact is I usually carry my purse on my left shoulder. With that reminder, that was the moment I realized that I had a bad case Purse Pain from carrying a big purse. Time to say goodbye to the big old purse.