"When I bought you that new teal pouch for Christmas, I had totally forgotten that you already had a bigger one."
"Yeah? So? I use them both. One has my big wallet, little wallet, lipstick wallet [I have a wallet for my lipsticks--it has cats on it], and cell phone. And the other one holds everything else EXCEPT FOR MY FREAKIN [insert forgotten item here] BECAUSE CLEARLY I CAN'T FIND IT--oh, here it is."
The funny thing is, I had a brown purse with me that day. What Leslie didn't see was that the tote I use for school (minus a purse--how many freakin bags can two shoulders carry for a lousy part time job?) is the same color as the redundant pouches ... and all the stuff IN said tote and pouches.
|You're not helping, Penny.|
Is this an illness or something? But then again, why would I buy stuff in a color I don't love? Ugh, and the worst is when--without thinking--I wear a turquoise scarf or tights or whatever and then go marching around with all this stuff. When I catch myself in those moments (when it's too late to do anything about it) I think to myself, "Oh Jesus, I look like one of those loony liberal arts professors who writes papers on the historical metaphysical gobbledygook of blah blah blah and yadda yadda ... oh wait: Yeah."