it's all in the bag.....

It starts out when we’re little girls. We have to have a purse like mommy. Sometimes at Easter we’d even get one that matches our shoes! Of course, when we’re small, the purses are too and usually hold odds and ends such as pennies, shiny rocks, maybe a Polly Pocket or two. As we age, our purses get larger and the “innards” go from treasures to necessities like makeup, feminine hygiene products etc.

The “Queen Mother of All Purses” is the MOM purse. You could dig for days for treasure and back in the day would be sure to win a prize on “Let’s Make A Deal” for producing a random item such as a paper clip, bobbie pin, or rubber band from the deep, dark depths of the black hole.

Not much has changed as the years go by, except……

Now we have the “man purse” (known as the murse in some circles.) Yep, some guys have moved from carrying a wallet in the back pocket to carrying a man purse. My brother-in-law carries a murse. I’m not sure what all he has in there, but I’m pretty sure he could go into David mode and slay Goliath with it. In fact, the first one he had was so heavy that the strap ended up breaking. OH MY!!

Why do we feel the need to carry “stuff” around with us? Is it our safety net? Our survival kit? I’m pretty sure that if some were stranded, they could survive weeks on stuff from their purse/murse. I’m guilty of throwing all my loose change in the bottom of my purse. When I notice that it’s getting a little heavy, I’ll empty it and put the change in my change jar. Once I counted $11 in change. ELEVEN DOLLARS! Do you know how heavy $11 in change is??? (hanging head)

Maybe someday we’ll realize that it’s just “stuff” and not a necessary evil. Ladies will carry the bare necessities in a clutch and men will go back to having a lump on one side of their butt.

"snortworthy".....

You know what I'm talking about. Someone says or does something and you laugh so hard you snort, which only makes things funnier and chances are, you'll snort again. The initial snort might even cause whatever substance your friends are drinking to shoot out their nose from the hilarity...thus more snorting. It's a viscious cycle.

My aunt is the queen of snorting. Get her on a roll and you can usually get 2 or three out before she can stop. It's great! Of course, the older I get, bladder control might be another factor. Not going there...

Well, today Max & I were exchanging emails about podcasts. He'd sent me a link to one he had juice around today. I emailed back the following....

"Find me one for funk..."

You know...Brick House sort of stuff. I got an email back stating he had to read the line several times before reading it right. I "got it" and came very close to snorting, thus the blog :)