Who am I? Who are you?

In a joking manner I say that these statements reflect the theme of the past week. Here goes...

Over a week ago, my wallet was stolen from my purse at a symphony event. Yes, I did leave the purse out and in hindsight that was a poor choice. The drama continued as we learned that the purse was stolen by an employee of one of the symphony's primary vendors. Of course this all happened on a concert day - so an already hectic day became even crazier. Thankfully, the theif was not the most brilliant of crooks and her limited use of my credit cards made for a long weekend for her. It's hard to understand why some folks will continue to lie even when telling the truth would make life easier. Anyway, the police are involved, the crook is in jail...and apparently my picture is in the wallet of the theif's grandmother because I am one of granny's friends - or some other cockamanie story. One variation of the crook's story had me as her grandmother - earning me the dreaded nickname of "Granny Sue". Argh!

The other who am I event of the week involved me hitting my head. Yep, for all of you who did not know it - I am a CLUTZ! Yeppers, it's true - less than graceful am I. At Monday night's youth orchestra rehearsal, in an effort to prove my lack of grace, I managed to bonk my elbow on a stand cart. Sitting on a chair to recover from the shocking amount of pain, I managed to pass out - and yes, wait for it - hit my head. Best guess is that I hit my head on the way down - which would explain the loss of 15 minutes. Creating what...umm, yup - a concussion. Which led to dizzy spells and intense migraines. Ugh. I seem to be back to my normal quirky self which is a good thing - I think.

Maybe I should have taken ballet lessons as a child. Perhaps then I would be a more graceful adult. ;-)

Anyway, who are you? And why am I in your grandmother's wallet?