So I told y’all about my totally lame purse and its
reputation for hiding things in the DOOM. Well, I didn’t even know the half of it. All of last week, without my knowledge, my
purse was harboring a little “treat” leftover from Al’s birthday the weekend
before. All week, going in and out of
federal buildings no less, was me, my purse, and a flask of whiskey. I am now officially a card carrying member
of white trash. O. M. G.
A whole flask!!!...for a week!!!...without me noticing?!?! Ugh.
FUNNY stuff, Anne Marie. One day you'll have Al's flask, left over (homemade) cupcake and an old baby bottle lost in the abyss that is your purse...you're a riot.
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