Bethany had suggested that perhaps in the possible event of losing my housekeys it would be best if they weren’t attached to the keychain given to me by the property management, with my address printed on it.
So I’d been shopping around for a new keychain, and I’m oddly fussy about stuff like that.
Then I found this perfect little number at a booth at a farmers market, just as it was closing, and then rememebered I had only my debit card and about $0.12 cash on me.
Thank goodness she took stamps instead. I would have flashed my boobs for it, but I hate to be overcharged.