The Beach in My Purse
This weekend, while searching for a particular receipt, (the one I could take back to have my daughter's botched bangs repaired at the hair salon) I made a startling discovery:
THE BEACH IN MY PURSE!!!!
First, I discovered an OPEN bottle of water - lid MIA.
(and it hadn't spilled. do you believe that?)
Second, I found sand covering the bottom inch of my purse's interior.
(How'd that get there?)
(Ooh - and look at all the quarters! No wonder my purse was so heavy. Time to fill up the chore money box!)
Why didn't they include a beach chair, an umbrella and a book?
I would have dove right in and had myself a little vacation.
Ah...life with kids!
How boring my purse will be when my little minions no longer need me to tote their treasures.
UPDATE!! The stuff in the bottom of my purse was not sand. I repeat: NOT SAND. What, pray tell, was the gritty pile of stuff? It was a collection of finely mashed cookie crumbs from many "mom, could you hold this for me" requests forgotten. Yoi!
THE BEACH IN MY PURSE!!!!
First, I discovered an OPEN bottle of water - lid MIA.
(and it hadn't spilled. do you believe that?)
Second, I found sand covering the bottom inch of my purse's interior.
(How'd that get there?)
(Ooh - and look at all the quarters! No wonder my purse was so heavy. Time to fill up the chore money box!)
Why didn't they include a beach chair, an umbrella and a book?
I would have dove right in and had myself a little vacation.
Ah...life with kids!
How boring my purse will be when my little minions no longer need me to tote their treasures.
UPDATE!! The stuff in the bottom of my purse was not sand. I repeat: NOT SAND. What, pray tell, was the gritty pile of stuff? It was a collection of finely mashed cookie crumbs from many "mom, could you hold this for me" requests forgotten. Yoi!
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