I vaguely remember the days when I carried a teeny tiny purse, before I became a mother. When I was younger and totally carefree I felt if I completed the following checklist:
Keys, money, sunglasses, lipstick
I was good to go!
HA! Nowadays my purse is packed with everything designed to prevent/avert/relieve any and all emergencies and inconveniences that have EVER happened to me, my children, my grandson, the bystanders, the human race.... Of course those emergencies and inconveniences were all in the past, so like the Armed Forces at the start of World War II, I'm prepared to fight the last war, not the next one.
I was struggling on the staircase the other day at work and a co-worker gallantly carried my stuff for me and he was appalled is the nice way to put it, at how heavy my purse and my carryall were.
When did I become this person??????
So what's in there, you might ask? Oh, medicine (migraine, asthma, aspirin, Tylenol, the list goes on), first aid
I've had total strangers come up to me at the grocery store and start describing their surgeries for shoulder separation issues. Apparently the purse looks as heavy as it is LOL.
Almonds, a Larabar, stray M&Ms....my kindle sometimes....a checkbook, calculator, receipts, notes, five pens, paperclips, two pairs of sunglasses, a LOTTO ticket....unmatched earrings....and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.
We're having a faux hurricane at the moment in SoCal, with thunder, so I'm signing off....
(And hey, did you see my new column "Sci-Fi Encounters" on the USA Today Happily Ever After blog? Just asking...)