I'm not sure what made me think about this, but there I was, in the middle of the night, wondering what I'd grab if the house went up in flames. Assuming my family, and Miss Google, and Daisy the dog got out okay, and I don't have to worry about saving lives. Because, really, does anyone want me to be responsible for saving their life? Me, who can barely get out of my pajamas most day? Me, who has a hard time finding matching shoes, or remembering if I've eaten today. Would you want me to be responsible for your life? Sure you would. Because in times of crisis, I rock. Normal days, I am worthless. Send me a hurricane, and I'd be the person gathering up puppies and getting them to high ground. Well, maybe not puppies. I'm not a dog person. Okay, yeah, I'd take the puppies, but only after I made sure all the kids, and kitties were okay, and saved the library first. I have my priorities in order.
My laptop, because, well, I'd need to tell you guys about this, and I like my laptop. My tablet/eReader, because it has all my pictures and my books on it, and I'll need something to read. And the pretty purse that has all of my meds, because well, without those I'd be a big ol' mess. And nobody want that. Most of that stuff would fit in my other purse, and I always know where that is, even when I can't find my shoes.
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