Purse Sale

8 a.m. sharp, and I hit the door to wheel my doctor around the hospital. Sticking my nose in the huge lobby...I knew something was up. IT WAS A PURSE SALE!

I know that I have WAY too many unofficial lists stirring in my head. One of the lists is...REASONS WHY I'M GLAD I'M NOT A WOMAN! A couple of woman-type unmentionable things are at the top of the list...followed by wedding and baby showers...and then comes reason #17. I would have to carry a purse.

WHAT DO THEY KEEP IN THOSE THINGS? The answer is always the same. "I need my essentials." How can one womans essentials fit in a small clutch...while another woman needs to carry a small suitcase? And...don't even get me started about different colors in different seasons, and just having to have the new Vera Bradley. One black wallet works just fine, plus I can use it all year.

I decided to have a liitle fun at the sale. I picked on the youngest salesperson. The little girl in purple. "Excuse me miss...do you have any man bags?"

"Man bags?"

"Yeah...something to sling over my shoulder to carry my stuff in."

"I don't think we do."

"Well...miss...I find that a little sexist...but answer me this... If you don't have any man bags...can I get a Vera Bradley in camouflage? Is there such a thing as a Vinnie Bradley?"

While she went to get her supervisor...I ducked behind the plant stand. Put it in LARGE to see all the shoppers, and the piano that plays with nobody on the bench.

Took the first kayak ride of the year with fellow blipper Naturelover. If you go to my flickr page...you can see her in all her glory as she sneaked (snuck?) up on some geese. Also...the tip of my new red kayak is on display. Great to be out to hear the sounds of nature, or the sounds of silence...away from the noises of the city.