One of my friends once referred to her purse as “The Magical Bag of Crap.” I think I’d like to appropriate that phrase for my own use.
When switching the contents of my own Magical Bag of Crap to a different receptacle yesterday, I snapped this picture (which only shows about half of the total contents transferred):
1. I like that it appears I have multiple wads of cash. Do not be fooled.
2. It also appears that I have some sort of horrible halitosis problem. Gum. Mints. Listerine Breath Strips. I’m a teensy bit neurotic about these things. Best to air on the side of mintiness than nastiness, I always say.
3. I’m usually good for having at least one random item in my purse: a spoon, perhaps. Or maybe some Mardi Gras beads. This picture is disappointingly mundane. These are all items that anyone could have in their purse. Lip gloss? Lotion? Pens? Ho-hum. Sorry, folks.