Tuesday is not spooky

I always thought Tuesday was a little eerie, at least melancholy, if only for the Moody Blues song.
I certainly thought that Tuesday three weeks ago would cast a chill over the day forever. Stan doesn't like Tuesdays, but that's a personal thing.
None of this seems to have affected the haunted house attraction. We've had about 10 people -- ok, maybe 12 -- so far. The ghouls who have TVs say everyone is watching Buffy. I heard she died.
Me, I'm so bored I cleaned out my purse. And I have one of the busier posts -- in the old 'maggot closet' which has three different spots to pop out of. It doesn't seem as hot this year.
You would think you could find out something about a person by what's in her purse. I found out I need more pockets in one. I chose this one because it was compact but still large enough for a magazine or a couple of novels. But right now, it has no reading material in it at all.
It does, however, have medication, batteries, makeup, pens, tic-tacs, cough drops, chocolate-covered espresso beans, a pocket knife, two pair of glasses, receipts, even money! There are three lighters. So how come I can never find one?
My ex told me I should see '.Momento.' My purse today makes me wonder if I might find it familiar.