Things found in my purse while looking for a Xanax, which clearly demonstrate how very much I needed that Xanax. (Dirty) socks from yesterday's pedicure. Flyer for a 'seated yoga' class which I thought would be good for my mother, picked up outside a Dr.'s office early yesterday morning, along with a card/coupon for 10% off said yoga program which had been dislodged from the flier and was also found in the lower depths of my hand bag. The toy man was sentenced to the brig (aka my purse) over the weekend when my friend's three year old son (mistaken for my nephew, a huge improvement over being mistake for my grandson) distinguished himself from the marine corps by leaving his man behind (in the shampoo room to be exact) of our mutual hairdresser. I was entrusted with the task of returning the fallen soldier to his regiment. I had seen the boy and his mom a minimum of three times between the time I reluctantly accepted the assignment of returning the lost boy to his unit and unearthing him during today's spelunking expedition. Forget Calgon, bring on big pharma.