Dear Yellow Hand Bag,

Hey....you!

Remember that one time when I was shopping in St. George and the hubs wanted to go check out something ghetto totally awesome at "Gen X Clothing"?

Yeah, that was weird.

And remember how I saw you sitting on a glass shelf in all of your faux- leather/yellow/flowery/summerish glory?

Remember that?
That was awesome.

And remember how your price tag was only $28 buckaroos, and I was so excited, and it was love at first sight, and I just had to have you?

That was exciting.

And remember how you were there for me through thick and thin?
And how you had lots of great pockets for storing Tenten's diapers and wipes and such?

Good times.

Then, do you remember how I started losing my lip glosses?

It started off slow at first, but then...it seemed like I was losing them all the time! So annoying. I don't lose stuff. Pretty soon, I felt like I was losing my mind.

Then, do you remember how I lost the SEVENTH one last weekend?

Yeah, that was so. not. cool.

Then, as you know, I switched handbags to prevent any further loss of lip glosses {because, honestly, at 5 bucks a pop, I could HARDLY stand it anymore...}

Then do you remember how, as I was cleaning you out, I found a hole in the inner lining, so I handed it over to the hubs for a little investigative work?

Do you remember what he found?

Oh....I don't know...

THIS maybe!!!



So shameful!
Not cool, yellow handbag. Not. Cool.

Xo,

Lola