| Thursday, January 29, 2009 |
| Don't Do It...yet! |
Prado, my purse has been begging me for a long time to play Dr. Kevorkian and let her pass on to that purse store in the sky. Prado, a Prada purse that my mom got from a friend who got her from someone's trunk, has been a good purse. It's held countless snacks, which are now crammed and smashed into the bottom of my purse. It has been a chew toy for my son and a weapon for my daughter. It is frayed and smells like ketchup (thank you, Goose, for your need to conserve and sneak an opened ketchup packet into Prado to take home for later).
But now she wants to move on. Head for Goodwill, or perhaps just the garbage. It could happen if I can win this Coach purse from 5 Vinez Monkeys (real and not out of a trunk, even!). And perhaps, Prado will see her day
(The "pills" are actually vitamins and Monkey Man's amoxicilin, so don't worry) |
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