May 27 2008
The Sum of our Parts, I mean Purses
So last week my mom and I went for a little trip. We headed over the Monterey to look at daycares and take some measurements at the house. After a very long day of watching stranger’s children play, trying desperately to decipher if they were feeling “fulfilled or enriched by their daycare experience” and asking a thousand questions of daycare providers like “what method of teaching do you use” (when all you really want to ask is if they could possibly love your child just a little bit like you do from 8-5pm) we decided it was time to have some fun. My brain and emotions were fried by the experience and all I wanted to do was laugh.
We headed to the movies to see What Happens in Vegas. (Yes I know that Indiana Jones came out this weekend and please know that if I saw that movie without the Hubby I would be hung by my toes. ) Turns out the movie was hilarious and Ashton Kutcher is, well, very pretty.
As we were waiting for the movie to start we sat down in the theater lobby and were chatting/people watching. I reached into my purse to pull out my lip gloss and my mother did the same. As she pulled her gloss out I said “Hey I have that one!” So I reached for it in my purse. This led to a discussion about how much make-up populated the contents of our purses…..
People are you ready for this?
I can not believe that between the two of us there were 3 nail polishes, 8 lipsticks, two compacts, one lip liner and two mascara’s.
The scary part is that this collection is just the “extras” for our purses. I don’t think the Internet is ready for a picture of my home “kit” or my mother’s for that matter…..
Misto anyone? You need to know that I had to use two full days to recoup after our little trip. I have come to realize that if it not for caffein nothing would get done anymore. You drag me all over the place to check out daycares. . . . hmmm, I prefer the smell of incense in number one, with the multi-colored rooms and soft voices like everyone is in a library. Good vibe from that adorable little abode. I think the entire place was on zanax. Not an entirely bad idea given that Carmel Valley sits square in the middle of Harmonic Convergence. Whats that you say? Its like when you take your dog for accupuncure, and live in houses with no locks and open windows. We Central Valley folk take life way too serious. . . .lighten-up and listen to the wind chimes as you hear a faint knock whats that….someone has used the dolphin to let you know you have company. Quick, act natural you live in the 831 area code now.
We could open a Mac/L’oreal counter out of the car. . . . . .alittle side money?