Oh where or where did I put those darn sunglasses.  Searched every purse; every bag; every briefcase.  Looked in the car, truck, motorhome…  Ok, I give.  Had finally reconciled myself with the fact that I would not be able to read in the sun. and here I was looking forward to reading  the Patrcia Cornwell novel Sherri had given me for the trip. 

Then… WHAM.  The jewelry gods struck again.  I called Ray and had him check in the pocket behind the drivers seat in the Saturn.  Yep!  There they were.  Happy Happy, Joy Joy.