in the blue bag
Sometimes you just have to laugh.
One night this week I tried to eat my delicious salad dinner in the car.
On a pottery plate with a regular fork.
That’s crazy guys. (I know my friend Hilary does it all the time. I sent her a picture and said I felt just like her.)
When I arrived at my destination I wanted a mint. You know, a post-salad-eaten-in-the-car mint.
In my bag I found this Altoids tin. Score! A mint for me.
Oh, but no. No mints.
Instead, this little red and white tin was filled with matches and cotton balls.
Thanks Bergen. I can start a fire in an emergency but I can’t have a mint. (Which is all I want.)
I scrounge around through my bag.
There’s a number two. (Yeah. A literal numeral two.)
And a pair of socks. That’s handy.
Oh – and a headlamp and a plastic fish.
Looks like all of my basic needs are covered.
4 Comments
Sara
I clean mine out and say-This will not happen again, but…
A few weeks later it is filled with miscellaneous stuff again.
Uuuggghhhh!
My kids think it’s a trash can.
Lana
My best friend in high school had a Granny who carried a full size box of Cheese Nips in her purse. Just in case she got hungry. But yes,’ here Mom will you put this in your purse for me?’ They are all grown and I can say that is one thing I do not miss!
laceykeigley
That’s really funny – she must have had a giant bag!
Heather Snyder
You literally just described my purse…. Minus about five pacis.