I would love to do something fun like Kat did, with her video, but we all know that while Kat can afford the 10 pounds the camera puts on .... I cannot.
Before you get to this, you might want to remember number 18 from yesterday's post. I'm just sayin'.
Meet Joe. Joe Boxer. I told Leon I wanted a big-ass bag for Christmas, and boy, did he come through for me!
I so love the inside of this bag!! And I so rarely see it....
Everyone, meet all my shit.
All my shit, meet everyone.
Now, to be more specific:
We have in the back row my make up bag, wallet and very full Weight Watcher's bible with about a gazillion week's worth of booklets in it.
Next-ish row, there is an oversized book (just to put it all in perspective for you), my cell phone (which is rarely answered), a few random coins, lip gloss that never quite made it back into my make up bag, and the schedule for last Saturday's cheer competition.
Also in there, empty gum wrappers, blockbuster card, three stray earrings each with no partner to be found, a business card for I can't figure out what (or why), deodorant, a coupon, pointsbooster, icky stained receipts, gum, tea, my work badge, my work keys and extra set of vehicle/house keys.
I carry around one of my prizes from Angie at Seven Clown Circus.
And lots of gum.
Unfortunately, not too much cash...
and WAY too much garbage!
You've learned way too much about me in these past two days.