What's In My Purse. No, Seriously.

I JUST saw this blog, linked from a friend on Facebook. With the beautiful, organized, zen purse. So lovely.  But, y'all, really? Am I the only one who's bag is  a cesspool?

I didn't take the quiz, because I am sure it would say "Seek Help."

However, I dumped my bag.  And I linked up.  I know it is kinda too late, but this just struck me so funny.

Here it is.

My green B. Makowsky leather delight.  Looks cute from the outside, doesn't it?



Observe:



Stuffed wallet that won't close.
Matchbox cars.
Old prescription paperwork from a month ago.
Two different bags of wipes.  Because, duh.
A wafer thin Weight Watcher bar that got smooshed.
A taco bell sauce packet (holy hell, how has that not splattered?)
Fireman figure.
Hair band.
Random hair pin.
Safety pin.
Crumpled used tissue.
Crumpled receipts.
Cheerios, in a skuzzy bag.
Diapers.  Just, loose.  So my honey can get lint in her vajajay.
Baby toys.
Mascara and lipgloss, because I care how I look (not really)
Pen.  red ink,  annoying.
Iphone.
Grape skeleton.
Weight Watcher booklet.
Mango squeezie.
$1.92
Coin purse with nothing in it (oops)
Weight Watcher calculator with the back broken off.
not pictured - small pile of lint and crumbs, single raisin (i think it was a raisin, I hope it was a raisin) and because I got embarrassed (I know, NOW?)..crumbling cotton tampon out of its plastic casing.   Niiiiiiiice.

SO there you go.  AND, I stuffed it all back in there (minus the tampon, but including the old tissue.  *shrug*).  Ta da!