I'm a follower, so I am going to tell you what's in my purse. I'll even post some pictures up later this afternoon, but don't hold your breath, okay? I know you're excited and everything, but chillax.
1) A pair of giant, old lady sunglasses -- essential for driving.
2) A bunch of loose pictures my sister gave me of our kids having a picnic.
3) Sticky notes I've written to myself.
4) An advertising proof -- advertising wants me to do a feature on one of the businesses that advertises with us.
5) A fistful of receipts. I never use cash anymore. All hail the check card -- if you don't see the money, it doesn't reall feel like you are spending it. (Seriously, if the bank account dips below $150, my husband calls me and tells me to rein back on the spending. I have been known to drop $200 to $300 in an afternoon.)
6) A silk violet.
7) A loose $5 and some loose $1s.
8) A tin of Altoids gum.
9) A mermaid.
10) A black dog.
11) A bee.
12) A cricket
13) An Indiana Jones penlight.
14) A bottle of bubble liquid.
14) A glow stick.
15) A pineapple.
16) Excedrin Migraine medication -- the big bottle.
17) Calamine lotion.
18) A dragonfly.
19) Cough drops.
20) A pen and pencil.
21) A nail file and fingernail polish in "candy corn," "it's up to blue," and "mocha blast."
22) Theater ticket stubs.
23) A Tigger pin -- City Editor brought everyone one back from his Disney World vacation.
24) A notebook.
25) A camera.
26) Loose change.
27) A hair clip.
28) Kool Aid Singles in grape.
29) An agenda from the sewer board meeting.
30) Baseball ticket stubs.
31) Bath and Body works hair conditioner.
32) A small brush.
33) Burt's Bees lipgloss in guava.
34) Tutti Dolce lipgloss in creme brulee.
35) Physician's Formula Lip Plumping Potion in rose.
36) Listerine pocket pack in Fresh Citrus.
37) Eternity by Calvin Klein.
38) Burt's Bees lipgloss in fig.
39) My cell phone.
40) My wallet.
41) A flash drive.
42) A brochure from the Carnegie Museum.
43) A giant copy of Stephenie Meyer's "Twilight." Yo, Bella? Cheer up, emo kid. Seriously. And shit, when is something going to happen in this book other than her whining about how much her life sucks and what a frikking martyr she is? I'm on page 44, and I want to punch a bitch.
Okay, picture time!
My giant black bag of stuff.
You will see I forgot to list the sunblock, hand creme, sanitizer and alcohol wipes for my nails. Yes, all of that came out of my purse.
It was so much fun, I did my daughter's.
And inside, we have ...
Smackers lip gloss, a tube of glitter lipgloss, two braclets, a hair clip, a comb, a pen, her 12 Dancing Princesses chain purse, an old wallet of her father's she scarfed, a house key, tissues, Bath and Body works shower spray and a bottle of American Girl perfume.
Wasn't that fun?