After losing my cell phone during the squirrel death wish visit to Wright Park, I decided it was time. Time to grow-up. Time to look like an adult. Time to carry my belongs more securely than in all my pockets.
Time to get a big girl purse.
Boys give me the "who gives a shit" look when I mention my new purse. Girls want to hear the details: brand, cost, leather or not, size.
Fossil, more than I would like (which for me is 'free'), black leather, big enough to hold a book but not a tote. I told Kevin that I would keep my keys and wallet in my purse, eliminating the daily, "Honey, have you seen my wallet?" five minutes before we leave. Kevin believes this reason alone is a good reason to get a purse.
I like it.
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