I have a habit of shoving things into my purse that don’t belong there.
hmmm. That sounds like I’m some sort of super klepto. Uh, let’s try that again.
When I find things around the house that I just don’t know what to do with.. or that I need to keep track of – I chuck them in my purse. My purse is the one thing, besides my child, that I always know the precise location of. Therefore I never misplace little things. You know what I mean – you find some little object THAT YOU NEED – but not right now – and then you stick it in that safe place so you wont lose it …annnd you never see it again. That doesn’t happen to me. What does happen to me – a purse full of weird, weird crap. Furby found his way in there once. Though I do suspect that was the doing of a devious small child. My purse in a scary place. You never know what you will be getting yourself into, goin’ in there.
Anyway. A while ago my son brought me two objects, at two different times, telling me that they needed to go into the bin of toys that we were selling. I couldn’t find the bin at the time. So into the purse they went. Until I reached in there yesterday to find my chapstick and pulled them out by mistake:
Captain Hook apparently loves a big pink cup of tea, now and then.
I have a purse pirate. Thought I’d share.
I’m still working on the accepting Awards, fyi. The issue is – every time I accept one and pass it on.. I get another. lol. I have like 4 or 5 still I have to acknowledge. That takes time, yo.
That’s all I got.