Meet my purse.
It’s a nice, normal, non-expensive purse, as far as purses go. (And let’s all just agree right now to ignore the messiness of my desk in the background. Right hands raised, say: I promise. OK. We’re good.)
Anyway, it’s just a purse. I actually bought it at Target, so it’s not like designer or made out of some sort of really freakishly soft leather. It’s a purse, and one I like a lot. It’s become one of my favorites, even after the unfortunate event when I took it to a concert and the dude behind my decided to drink 47 beers and also pour them all over my purse. But I digress. (And the smell is gone.)
But let’s just take a look at the treasures inside this bag.
Ah, yes. Lipstick and keys. Normal and expected, right?
Oh, but there’s more!
Lipstick. Keys. A wallet. Sunglasses. A CD. That’s fairly normal, right? (Just say yes.)
But that’s not all:
Yep. A fork. In my purse. Why? I can’t really remember. . .
And am I going to have shoulder problems in my old age?