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Got my bag.

Purple, I know.  Be shocked. I couldn’t decide between purple and T-Moro Brown (who comes up with these?).  The universe decided for me.  No, T-Moro Brown left.

You probably heard about it on Twitter.  Well, some of you anyway.

So excited I was to have saved $80 I had to tweet it.  Immediately I got asked by Mr. B that I know IRL (in real life) “Where?”, because he has been trained to jump when someone says Dooney.  Good job Renee!

Guess what I did?

I asked him which bag his ever lovely bride wanted. Because it was a good sale and there were slim pickins, and I wanted my friend, his wife, to get the right thing at a great price.

Um hello, she possesses the only uterus in that coupling.

He had no clue, which was a good thing for him.  Had he known the model of purse his wife wanted it would have required me to make Tech Support punch him in the face in order for him to keep his man card.  But still giving credit for his training to jump at the words “Dooney. Sale.”

Not like this information is new to me.  I got omom a Vera Bradley for Christmas.  When I told Tech Support that I had the perfect gift for his mother and then told him “Vera Bradley” he was all like “oh, I have no idea what that means.”  And when I gave it to her and she showed it to her Tech Support he had the same look of “oh, I guess, whatever.”

Men????

Anyway, after buying my bag, I went to the grocery store, where I saw a man polishing his Geo.  Yes, I know.  They DID stop making that brand back in 1900 something (or if ESPN gets their way 2K-4).  You don’t have to tell me.

Somewhere along the way I ran into a cat person.  My face is on fire.

I actually remembered to pay for daycare.  I made it a point, for two very important reasons.  The first was that I LOVE them for taking (the kids off my hands) care of my kids three days a week.   Second was that I was walking in with a NEW PURSE that cost as much as a month of daycare for one kid, it would be kind of lame to stand there with my new purse and explain “I can’t afford to pay you right now….”.

Although, have you been to the local WIC office lately?  Yes, I know.  But I don’t qualify based on need, the kids qualify based on being in foster care.  Anyway, I drove the lamest car and people would openly mock my lame purse.

“Yeah, I can’t buy a Coach and a Navigator, I had to buy food.”

I know.  I am so going to hell.  Did I tell you I failed the compassion test at church?

Surprised aren’t you?

It’s not a lack of compassion universally, per se.  There was a time in my life when I needed help.  A short time, and instead of working the system, I worked.  It helped.  It was there when nothing else was. My car was a piece of crap and had no reason to get a purse of any kind.

Anyway, me and my heartless self need to fill out a BUNCH of paperwork to end the most boring portion of our life.  And pray that stupid attorney calls us back because they want us to do something that we aren’t required to do that will cost us money, and you know, I’ll pay the attorney 4x as much solely on principle.  I refuse to do ONE more thing than required by law to get these kids.  But will save that boring story for another day.

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