Ya'll know I LOVE PURSES.
I have no idea how many I have.
Sometimes, I will change my purse as much as 2 a week.
Those that do not carry a purse....Why?
Where do you keep your cell phone?
Your car keys?
Do you carry your tampons in your hand??
Oh for the love of all that is Good and Holy, WHY do you not carry a purse?????
The Queen of England, carries a hand bag in her own home. Regis was questionin' that point. "She's in her home why carry a hand bag?"
Well Let's think about that Regis. Her home is Buckingham Palace.....DUH!!!
She in one area of the palace but her lipstick is in another...we can't have the Royal Lips becomin' chapped or uncolored!!!
What if she chips a nail!! All her nail care things are back in the Royal Bedroom!!!
I can totally see why she carries a purse.
When I live in a palace, I'm carry a purse!!
This isn't where I was goin' with this....at all.
But I do have it all off my chest.
Roy's Son has a special vest he wears to the gun shows. Roy says he looks like a mad bomber with it packed with water bottles and whatever else he may need. It's his man purse.
Roy wanted one.
So we went down to the local army supply/paintball place. Roy thought he was torturin' me becuz the place was "so Manly". He knows I hate "Man Stores".....which are feed stores, gun shops, parts stores, and the Academy.
I only tolerate Bass Pro.
Army surplus...that's fun.
Little did I know how much fun it would be.
He looked around for the vest and I looked thru the clothes, hats, and boots. I have a few military hats. I want one like the one I lost that Roy wore in Vietnam...I have no clue to what happened to it! I'm still lookin' for just the right one.
Then I came upon the best most sturdiest bags! Man purses!!
I want one. So they called it a tool bag, it was perfect!!
A place for my lipstick sewn right in the bag....a place for several colors....for whatever mood I feel.
There was one big enough to be a gym bag!!
And a messenger bag!! I really want to have the whole set!!!
And A Swiss Army Back Pack.....Swiss Army???
But hey whatever...it had matchin' pants!!
I had to get Roy!!
I pulled him away from rubber masks...or maybe they were gas masks...I don't know. He was feelin' pretty good that I had found the perfect man purse. I picked up the small one put it over my arm like all women do...to try it on....if only there had been a mirror!
But better yet, I had Roy's face.
It was beet red.
With a shy grin.
Eyes cast down.
No, not the one.
I picked the bigger one and did the same thing.....still....the face.
"Stop it you're embarrassin' me."
I trudged on.
I tried on the Swiss stuff....and just held up the pants....still the face. But this time he walked away....all a blushin'.
He did however like the messenger bag but not enough to buy it.
He's still holdin' out for a vest.
As we drove home, I told him at least he now knows what to buy me for Christmas.
I don't think he'll ever take me back.