Soul Searching

I have decided, after much thought and inner struggle... that I am going to start carrying a purse.

I know... you don't believe it. Maybe you've even heard it before. But as I sat in the hair shampooing station chair the last time with my little pile of goodies (cell phone, hair clip, wallet, keys) in my lap, I decided, ick. I'm done with no purse days.

I am sure that if Steve has found it impossible to round up 300 Creative Memories Page Protectors by Monday, he will accept my plea for a purse for my birthday. Or three.

Sarah - if you wanted to make me one, I wouldn't argue.