After twice dumping my purse out in the floorboard of my truck, I whined that I needed to get a bit different (read: bigger) purse, and one that has a firm, flat bottom (not always a desirable trait, but in a purse — ok). But as usual, I didn’t do anything about it.
My Cowboy, though, hears every complaint I make, and knows that I won’t do anything about it, so he does it for me. This only reinforces my whining. If I need something that I don’t want to do for myself, I just whine a little, and he’ll take care of it. Yes, I’m spoiled. And this is probably not a good thing!
Look what arrived in yesterday’s mail!
Cowgirls! And it’s Kate Spade, no less! And it’s got a firm, flat bottom! No spills!
I promptly switched all my necessaries over to it, and as we were headed to town last night, I was holding it on my lap admiring it.
My Cowboy asks, “So will it do?”
I said: “Yes! I love it!”
Him: “Good. I got it from one of those places that buys stuff from car accidents. When someone dies, they take the stuff and clean it up and sell it.”
Immediate horror and ten thousand thoughts crashed through my brain like a tidal wave, not least among them thoughts such as “Eeeww!” and “Who DOES that?” and “That can’t be true!” and “Well, then, I can’t keep it” and as I slowly drew my hands back from the purse while scanning it for blood stains, he chuckles at the horrified look on my face, and says: “Just kidding!”
I have to be the most gullible person on the planet!
Would YOU have fallen for a story like that?
Where does he come up with this stuff?
He’s beyond ornery!
But at least I get to keep the purse, and can take comfort in the fact that it did not come to be mine because some poor woman died in a tragic accident.
And today, I’m headed out to Springfield, Missouri, in the rain, to see the Ozark Piecemakers Quilt Show. I plan to meet up with my friend, Bari, and see my friend, Lori East, while I’m there. My Cowboy’s with me, so maybe I’ll collect some stories and quotes for you (if they’re repeatable in polite company) . . .
If you will be in Springfield, too, and run into me, stop me and say hello. I’ll be the girl carrying the Kate Spade Cowgirl purse!
Here’s the info (click the picture to see it larger):