I don't know why but I'm just not comfortable going through my wife's purse,  even if she asks me to.  

Today I was looking for a piece of gum and fumbled around in there for like five minutes until I finally found one.  I even had specific directions as to where the gum was located but could not quickly fish it out.

When I need a specific item and I ask Laura where it is, I cringe when I hear the dreaded phrase, "It's in my purse."


@pril G said...

I feel the same way about this phrase from my husband:
"It's in the garage".

Where in the garage is it? Behind the old windows we replaced (why are we keeping those)? Is it next to the broken chimenea? Or possibly along the long wall of dried out paint cans...

Kevin Cieslukowski said...

That is funny.