I have a small-teeny, tiny really, purse problem. I have tried to reason with myself about cost and need, but it has done no good. My purses are enough of an issue that DH just sighs and chooses not to comment when he sees a new one or ask, “how much was that one?” 
Nice, huh? The left pile is garbage and I found $20 in one of the bank envelopes. And I am obviously doing my part for the economy with all my receipts! I want to paint Roger’s room, so I have paint chips and the Tampa Bay Buccaneer cards were purchased for Roger (I am a Colts fan) and I forgot about them. Brenda and I have been taking the kids to the movies quite a bit lately, so I have a bunch of ticket stubs and leftover skittles-yummy!I like to solve the puzzles in the newspaper and a few weeks ago one said, “A woman’s mind is as complex as the contents of her handbag.” I have to say, there are days when my head feels like my purse looked!
Peace and joy!
~Karyn
p.s. Happy Birthday America!
Peace and joy!
~Karyn
p.s. Happy Birthday America!
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2 comments:
I used to get two new purses a year when I worked at the bank...this is the first year in five that I actually bought a new one.
My priorities have changed...
we aren't talking about shoes though, right?
Little Katie takes after her Gigi and Aunt Rachel...
love me some purses. and yes i too prolly have a few skittle lying around the bottom. great post.
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