Well, What's in YOUR Purse?

Another blogger recently shared what's in her purse. Yes, she emptied out her "messy" purse and shared its contents with the world. I"m sorry, but when it comes to messy purses, this woman is a a slacker. She didn't even come close to to what's in just one pocket of my purse!

Because I love you, I'm going to share what's in my purse. This should make you feel much better about what's in your purse. I live to make you feel better about yourself. Here's the purse, before cleaning:

If you look closely, you can see that the straps are showing signs of wear. This is due to the fact that once I find a purse I like, I use it either until it falls apart or until I begin to look like a homeless person because of it. I'm really fussy about the number and placement of pockets in my purse. It's hard to find a purse I love, so I hang onto it when I find one. Yes,  I realize how neurotic that sounds.

Here's what was in the purse.

 You feel better already, don't you? My family makes fun of my landfill belongings, but they all know where to find anything when they need it. So.

Let's analyze this a little more closely because, honestly, there's nothing in there that's not an absolute necessity. Okay, maybe the dirty tissues.

You may not think that everything here is necessary, and yeah,  maybe I should have thrown away the lip gloss packaging. But the toilet seat covers? A must-have! I live in California where ALL public restrooms have toilet seat covers. The Hillbilly, on the other hand, is from Missouri where they have apparently never heard of toilet seat covers. Maybe I should write Missouri a letter and let them know. Well, if you're not used to placing your bare bum on a porcelain seat that has hosted other bare bums...I figured out how to deal with it, okay? I carry my own. You do what you have to do!

Yes, it's been a year since I was last actually in Missouri. What's your  point?

Moving on.

The children at church make the rounds of old ladies with purses because we're usually good for a treat. I'm the tic-tac and gum lady. It's time to replenish.

These are my two sets of keys, one for work and one for home.

This is a two-week-old shopping list. Two weeks in purse years is not old at all!  I got a little nervous about posting it since it contains both prunes and fiber. The Hillbilly was getting ready to bake a prune cake! Honest!

These are business cards that I carry around to pass out. Yes, this is a shameless plug.

I also carry around some gift cards in case we ever get around to using them. Notice I said "we." My purse is also The Hillbilly's storage bag. You ladies know what I'm talking about.

A student gave me this as an end-of-the-year gift. I love Starbucks, but I never go. When school starts again, I'll give the card to my teaching partner and best buddy Julie. Julie makes the coffee runs.

The Hillbilly got this gift card for Father's Day. We live 15 minutes from Bass Pro Shop. The Hillbilly loves outdoor stuff. I have no idea why this card is still living in my purse.

My Kindle. Duh!

Let's empty our purses and see if we can figure out who teaches eighth grade.

 How are you feeling? Do you  need anything?

Don't laugh! Someday you'll be menopausal too. 

Nothing here that I don't actually need, right?

Okay, maybe I'm a little heavy on the motel room lotions here. What goes into the purse doesn't necessarily come out of the purse, at least not soon.

Wallet, check book, and more business cards.

Lots of necessities

The residue including Grandpa's reading glasses that The Monster broke during church Sunday. It's okay. The Hillbilly insists on wearing dollar store reading glasses, which in this case seems to be a good idea.

So there you go! Once again I have publicly humiliated myself for your pleasure. I hope you enjoyed this little  tour through the depths of my purse.

What would we find in your purse that you don't see here? What do I carry that you don't? Did anything surprise you? Leave a comment and let me know.