When I was a kid, I once saw an episode of Leave it to Beaver wherein The Beave emptied his pockets, and after amassing quite a heap of this and that, he finally pulled out a tennis racket. I knew this was impossible.
Or was it?
Yesterday as I was skulking about Borders, I began to wonder why my purse weighs fifteen pounds, so I decided to go excavating to find out just how many anvils were in there. Mind you, my purse isn't very big, so I was more than a little surprised to discover the following.:
A copy of The Secret Garden--because all the co-op moms are reading it to their kids
A pair of clean underwear. ???
Notes for a blog idea I got while driving
a four-foot ethernet cable, but of course
two wallets--one that I use, and the one I need to move everything into
two pill bottles (I'm crazy, remember?)
an undelivered greeting card, in pristine condition, though it's a moot point
the iPod with the pink arm band
a protein bar with a shopping list stuck to it
Wet Wipes--don't leave home without them
two kinds of lip balm
two more protein bars
an Always pad factory,
notes from a therapy appointment, stuck to one of the pads
and the requisite padlock hanging off my purse strap
the whole shebang (note padlock):
Sadly, I put it all right back in.