I was reminded today how memories are so easily evoked by smell. Over the weekend I went to bring Andrew lunch and put a container of chocolate milk in my much too oversized purse. Well, this morning, I smelled this terrible odor. I traced it to my purse and much to my horror I realized everything was wet inside with spoiled chocolate milk. Yucko Bucko! (Thank you again concussion.)
Unfortunately for me the discovery came at the office and I was stuck the entire day with the odor. Later in the day, the memory of the last time I was in Paris came to me (Isn’t that a song title?).
Dom and I were on Isle St. Louis walking toward one of our favorite restaurants Nos Ancetres Les Gaulois and we passed a shop. I found a very chic French straw bag and purchased it. I was sure I would be the most sophisticated Haddonfield resident that summer, thanks to my new bag.
We had dinner and Dom had an unfinished piece of sausage which he put into my shopping bag to enjoy later. Only a husband would put sausage in a bag with your new purse.
What ensued later you couldn’t make up. Dom accepted a drink offered to him from a stranger at the restaurant and ended up drugged. He lost his front teeth in a fall from the drugs and became violently ill. You can imagine that the last thing on my mind was my new purse.
When I arrived home and unpacked my belongings, there was my very sophisticated purse and it reeked of sausage, much like my summer straw bag today.
Like I said, you can’t write this stuff.
Don’t take any drinks from strangers today,