What We Carry
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Being one of a disorganized nature, what I carry around with me is shall we say, a pot pourri of junk. My son's friend asked me for a pen the other day and when I finally fished one out, it came attached to a half-eaten sucker and a tampon that had come out of it's wrapper. Here are the other items I carry:

  • a pacifier
  • a swiss army knife-the most useful thing in there
  • $3.49 in change at the bottom
  • wallet with the following:
      Eddie Bauer, Marshall Field, Penney's, Visa, and American Express cards. Lots of coupons, many expired. Pictures of nephews, none of own kids. Little picture my son drew 5 years ago. Note from other son telling me why he hates me, but signed Love, Tommy. No money-that is floating around the bottom with the loose change. Receipts from various purchases going back several years. Blockbuster video card. Directions to several places which I no longer recall. Note from a German fella I knew 20 years ago that I used to want to have translated but now I don't.
  • Spare set of keys.
  • Small spiral notebook I bought to help me remember things I seem to keep forgetting these days.
  • Lots of little pieces of paper- wrappers, lint, old receipts.
  • 3 tubes of lipstick- 2 expensive one and 1 cheap.
  • Several pens and pencils
  • Checkbook
  • cough drops
  • Old grocery lists
That's about it. Not too bad, I don't think. What I'd love to tell you about, and hear about other people's, is my car. My husband claims it's one giant purse. I have tried, but am unable to keep it clean and organized. I think I could live out of it if I had to. My son says he likes it like that because there is always something to find to do if you're bored. You can find extra clothes if the weather turns cold, extra food, extra diapers or maps or books.You name it-we got it. I wonder if there are a lot of people like me out there?

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