What the...?
Oct 20, 2006
Since I'm catching a flight at stupid-o-clock in the morning, I decided to switch handbags this evening to save myself time in the wee-hours. (Lady readers are well aware of the need to change from one's business hand bag to a slightly larger travel handbag, and everyone is well aware of the need to prepare against the danger of hitting snooze too-many-times before a too-early flight.)
Anyway, the travel handbag flipped over when I pulled it from the drawer. What should fall out but a nail. No, not a finger nail. A regular, hammer-into-the-wall kinda nail.
Apparently, the contents of my purse are much more interesting than previously presumed.
