The case of the missing brush.

Sometimes we get in such a hurry that we don't actually know what we are doing. This is the case with the missing brush. Perhaps your not as attached to your brush as I am , I have had it for over 10 years. It is a typical vent brush white with purple tips and small pieces of grey hair hanging around the bottom, stuck there by hair spray. Difficult to remove. It all started when I went to Silver City, on the way I stopped off in Grants and spent the night with my sister. I had gotten up early to go to the graveyard to put flowers on my parents graves, since I am not there very often. I didn't have have a blow dryer with me and rushed off without drying my hair. When I returned, everyone was ready to leave and I put my brush, I thought on the counter at my sisters as I was going to do my hair. ( OK, I know what your thinking but it really didn't look that bad, it just looks better when I blow dry it). Well, we jumped in the truck and headed off to Silver.
On the way, I realized I hadn't stopped to dry my hair. (It was of course dry already, it is just an expression for fluffing it up so it looks like there is more of it than there really is.) Then, I started wondering where was my brush.? My sister didn't call me to tell me I had left it there so where was it. I looked everywhere for it. All over the truck, which by this time was pretty full of junk we had picked up on the way, and in my luggage, purse, dirty clothes. NO Brush... This search continued through the weekend and on Monday. I was bumming brush and dryer all the way. Fortunately, I have family who are better prepared than I was. Usually, I keep a supply of travel supplies packed. Since, my life has been out of a suitcase for the past 7 months, perhaps, when I finally landed in a more permanent place I unpacked them. Who knows! This is all supposition, but I was fairly frustrated with myself..
Tuesday morning and I am back in SLC and still no brush, I haven't stopped long enough to purchase a new one and so I don't look all that great at work today. It was the limp look. Tuesday evening, I am sitting in a devotional waiting for it to start as I had put a notebook in my purse so I could take notes, (old school habit are hard to break) and what to my surprise do I find in the bottom of my purse. The Brush!!!. Now my red purse is not that deep and not that wide and not that long, how could I have missed it? I know I looked in it repeatedly but it wasn't there before. Oh well, I was really very happy to see it. Case Closed!