For Steph

So I saw this post online over at Emma bug a few days ago took her up on her challenge. I thought to myself how true, your purse could says a lot about you (I guess a M-urse could too). So you might get a kick out of it, and when Magpie reads this it will explain oh, so much about the 'baggage' her Dad and Mom come with.

Here's my purse, looks innocent, harmless. In perspective, it's pretty darn small, just look at my soda next to it.

What does my purse, on the outside say about me? I think it says I don't like "grandiose" crap, I like the simpler things, I cherish my shoulder joints and that I do not have an inferiority complex when it comes to purses. Heck, most other purses could kick my purses a55.

But behold the wonder of the contents within, check the photos. Here's the list of the normal contents:

Coins, lots of them
Pens
Spare set of contacts
Spare contact case
Lip gloss
Cover up
Cash, occasionally
Tissues, by the time I want to use them they aren't looking so hot, leather 'lint' and all.
Credit card 'case', I know, nearly as big as the purse...
Notes, lists, etc.
Pill case, no, not a candy case, it's the Pill Case formerly known as Candy Case
bandaids
Cell phone
Hand wipes
Receipts
Blank checks
Cough drops
Pony tail holders
Sudafed
handlotion

When out and about with E:
1-2 pairs of sunglasses (e's and mine)
both cell phones

When at the movies:
I'm good for a large bag of sugar babies or jujufruits
Can of soda

So Magpie, this goes to show you that your mom is a packing whiz. It is my "extreme talent", perhaps it was something funky in the water when I was a kid. When I make you crazy unpacking the contents of your suitcase or car or whatever and then repacking it, it's only cause I love you. It's my gift to you, the gift of being able to fit even more crap into the space only a cell phone should use. It's no wonder that many a trip your dad and I took was proceeded by a major packing event. Mentally laying out the contents of the lists of things I had created days in advance of the trip. Fitting and refitting the nooks and crannies of a car or suitcase until theoretically I had filled the space. Then testing my theories out the day of the trip, sizing up the objects, orienting them 'just so' into the car so as to leave just enough room for all the occupants.

But your dad, he's gotten good at this too, to the point where I don't feel the convulsions occur when he packs the car or suitcase, though I admit I try to look away from the horror of it!

By the time you arrive, well, the groundwork will have been laid too intricately to turn back. You are coming to a home of packers, it will one day be your talent too, you can do nothing to stop it, we, the packers, are invincible and we will win you over.

Ha, take that you big purses of the world.

Ok, I ponied up for Steph's challenge, tag, you're all it... get your purse, your camera and your psych evaluation out on the table...