Here is my fancy-schmancy new handbag, which is actually a feed bucket for horses.
As promised to my friend Brian, who said he wanted to see it full of Skittles, here's a look inside:
Sorry Brian; no Skittles. That would just be weird. Where do you get these ideas, anyway?
That is the purse of a well-lived life.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | February 01, 2012 at 11:38 AM
Right, Rick? You must have a bottle or two in YOUR purse, it seems.
: )
Posted by: foolery | January 31, 2012 at 08:29 PM
mmmmmm, olive oil. There's always an emergency that requires olive oil!
Posted by: Rick's Cafe | January 31, 2012 at 07:46 PM
Laurie Ann, do you carry MORE than two? Brian seemed to think that was weird, too, but he lives DOWN SOUTH. It must be a thing yall have. ; )
Posted by: foolery | January 31, 2012 at 03:24 PM
Meg, your eyesight is unbelievable.
Posted by: foolery | January 31, 2012 at 03:22 PM
What, should it be more, Brian?
Posted by: foolery | January 31, 2012 at 03:21 PM
Skittles would be weird, but two bottles of Olive Oil are perfectly acceptable. Things sure are different up north, ain't they.
Posted by: Laurie Ann | January 31, 2012 at 03:18 PM
I see my favorite sparkly lip gloss!
Posted by: Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food | January 31, 2012 at 02:59 PM
what is with the 2 bottles of olive oil?
Posted by: Brian Fairlee | January 31, 2012 at 02:54 PM
Actually, the first thing it carried was about a dozen lemons and a five-pack of Mexican beer. I do have standards.
Posted by: foolery | January 31, 2012 at 02:50 PM