It happened again today. My purse ate my cell phone. I rummaged through it frantically, wanting to find my phone before driving off to a hair appointment. I could not find it anywhere. 

I scurried back into my home to locate my home phone so I could call it. The phone was nowhere in my house so back to my car I went and I heard the silly phone ringing from my purse.

I quickly put the home phone back inside because as long as I knew my cell phone was in the car I was good.

Then I started thinking. It is always so dangerous when I start to think. 

I thought, “You know what? Men don’t have to worry about purses. They just have a wallet which they put into their pocket and they are on their merry way.”

The more I thought about that the crazier the thought process became.

I wonder if that is why there are so many more men who are successful CEO’s than women? Is it because they don’t have to waste all of that time looking through their purses for the shit that they swear they just put in there yesterday? (Sorry for that s word but sometimes profanity is permitted by purses)

Well, I thought I can get me a wallet and I really don’t need the large number of somethin, somethins that I have in my purse anyway. 

Ah, but there is more to this problem than just a wallet to buy, there is the obstacle of having a pocket to put the wallet in.

How many after five dresses come with pockets?  Not a one that is in my closet.

And my pants are too tight and form-fitting to be sticking anything more than a business card into the pocket.

Besides, winter is approaching and I am married to my leggings in winter. Happily married mind you, we go everywhere together. They, of course, would look obnoxious with a pocket and me being the good wifey would not want to upset them. 

So I have resigned myself to the fact that I may never be a CEO and the reason is because of my purse. 

I warned you it was dangerous when I started thinking. lol