Listening to the radio this morning, the debate was over why men are afraid of getting into their wives' purses.
This was news to me that men feel that way. DH certainly isn't afraid of getting into my purse ... that is, when I ask him to. And that isn't very often because he feels he has to pull everything out!
When I was a kid, somehow we knew Mom's purse was off limits, and for certain, my Great-Grandmother made it clear that her purse was "forbidden fruit"!
But this morning's discussion on the radio reminded me of a time from my past when digging through the black hole of my own purse brought some embarrassment at that moment, but is funny looking back. The attorney I worked for was always on some kind of kick or going through a phase and I was the one who had to help him get whatever it was he wanted. Maybe a diet and needed some particular food. He ate apples like crazy for the longest time and lost a lot of weight. But I'm the one who was always purchasing them for him. He was definitely not the cowboy type, but he really wanted ostrich cowboy boots, so I went on a search for the perfect pair.
Then there was the time he went on a cigar kick. I had to visit several different cigar shops to get the particular brand he wanted. This was way back before you could order online. So, one day, armed with a sample cigar in my purse of the brand he wanted, I went off to the fancy cigar shop in the North Park Mall in Dallas, which, at that time, was the high dollar mall. When the gentleman offered to help me with the cigars I wanted to buy, I told him I had a sample in my purse. I reached in, felt around, and what do you think I pulled out? It wasn't the cigar! No, sir!!! It was a tampon! Everything after that is a blur!