Pancakes, a cautionary tale and a really ugly purse

Pancakes
I love pancakes, especially restaurant pancakes. There's just something about eating breakfast out. In our case, it was actually almost lunchtime, but whatever. Yummy pancakes! We were on our way to Okla Homer for the weekend to visit the Petite Filet's fam, and it was time to eat.

A Cautionary Tale
When you enter the restroom with a baby, diaper bag and purse, make sure you leave with all three. Don't leave your purse hanging there by the changing table, then remember where you left it about an hour later. Note that I don't carry a purse, so this isn't about me. Also note that I didn't notice said purse was missing when we all got back into the car and took our pancake-filled tummies back onto the open highway.

A Cautionary Tale, Part 2
This doesn't go just for traveling, but I recommend cleaning out your wallet or purse (if you are so inclined to carry one) so that all unnecessary credit cards, flotsam, international secrets and family recipes are not at risk of being intercepted by someone other than you if you lose/have your stuff stolen. Pare your cards down to a bank debit card, gas card and maybe emergency card. And keep all super-secret numbers (Social Security, bank accounts, gym locker combos) in a safe place at home or in your brain. If you insist on carrying everything with you, keep an inventory of what you've got somewhere handy (car glovebox, bottom of shoe) so that you will know what you've lost and what numbers you need to call to cancel the cards. Unfortunately, this might also include writing down your account numbers on a dangerously easy-to-lose piece of paper, but that's why you keep it in your shoe, right?

A Really Ugly Purse
Once we knew it was gone, the PF called the restaurant and had them check the ladies room to see if her purse was still there. Oddly, the restaurant only employs blind people because she couldn't see it in plain sight. The PF left her cell number in case it turned up. Thankfully, a few hours later, someone turned it in (with everything left unmolested, apparently), and so the manager called to say it was in the safe. She told him we'd be back in town Sunday afternoon to retrieve it.

She hung up and confessed that while she was describing her purse – to make sure that was the one turned in – she realized how ugly it sounds. Even though she is carrying it around this week, she has promised to sell it in our next garage ("garbage") sale. Not only is it hideous, it smacks of "bad luck," even if you don't believe in luck at all.