Before I begin, I really don’t think this post has to be gender-specific, which is why I called this “What’s in Your Bag” and not “What’s in Your Purse” or “What’s in Your Murse.”
I have puh-lenty of male friends who carry messenger bags, laptop bags, recyclable grocery bags, and bags shaped like puppies.
I’m not even sure this is limited to bags. I think what I’m about to discuss has pertained to my desk drawers at work and certainly to That One Junk Drawer I know we all have, so don’t pretend your home doesn’t have one. Sometimes, you just have to toss a bobby pin in the Junk Drawer in case a situation arises and you need it in that room.
I was sad because my computer doesn’t have a painting program that is so sophisticated as Microsoft Paint. If I want to use such a thing to make a cartoon like the one gracing the top of this gorgeous blog, I have to walk 60 feet all the way to the other side of the house and use the desktop computer. And, gosh. I just have to weigh my options. First of all, my room is where my office is located, which I believe we established in the blog about how I’m slowly losing my people skills. What if I want to look up and stare at Continue reading “I just want to blogor my stories”
For one, I save money everywhere I can. You can call me cheap. I wear it with pride. I’m that girl who, every time a person compliments something that I’m wearing, I can’t just say, “Aw, you! Thanks!” I’ll always say, “Thanks! I got it at [insert store] for [insert amount under $5.00]!” I don’t know why I can’t just leave it at accepting the compliment, but I’m just really proud of being frugal and finding bargains.
Being a Frugal Frannie, I rarely spend money on something if I can figure out how to do it myself. Need to replace the car battery? I’ll get it. Locked the keys in the car and have no spares? Hand me a spatula, I can take care of this. Need your appendix removed? I mean, I did play Operation when I was a kid, sooo… Continue reading “The Dog Isn’t Sick, It’s A Haircut”
I was going to write a whole deal about how I’ve recently caught myself doing things that maybe most people don’t do, but the post was getting too long. It turns out I do a lot of strange things.
I know. You’ve spit your coffee/Kool-Aid/morning martini out with wonderment at the idea that I am maybe a little quirky. Perhaps you’ve known me for decades, maybe years, or you might’ve just met me three blog posts ago. But the very idea that I will end up writing many posts about my strange behavior is, indeed, mind boggling.