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Out With The Old, In With The New...With Sadness





OK guys, a Quiz. What is with you when you go to the bathroom, get a tooth pulled, do your taxes or go to the beach? It goes with you inside the dressing room at your favorite clothes store and when you run down 4 blocks to get McDonald's. What is with you at the doctor's office and the all-day motorcycle ride?

I can't speak for all guys but for me, my wallet is more of a constant companion than any family member or pet. I haven't had more than 3 or 4 my whole life. It becomes real tough to give up an old one. Like a favorite pair of jeans, a wallet is a part of me, conforms to me, gives me solace and makes me feel safe.
My first one marked me as a adult. It is sad to say goodbye to a an old constant companion but my old one was wearing out. The stitching was fraying, the photo pockets unhinged, and new plastic inserts about impossible to replace. The leather parts were still good and I think I'll keep it just in case my new one doesn't work out.
I will miss it. It helped keep me afloat at times financially (my secret compartment with a $20 tucked inside), it contained my family always. I may not have petted it or kissed it, but it was a vital and constant part of my day, and I will miss it.

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  1. Aaron got Mark a new wallet for Chrtistmas and the new one is STILL in a box in his dresser. Must be a guy thing, we women can hardly wait to buy new purses!

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