Turning into my MOTHER!

Don't get me wrong. I absolutely adore my mother. What is not to like? Her humor, her beauty, her drive, her support....her gigantic handbag??

My mom is fun but we have always bugged her about her ENORMOUS purse. I mean, she used to have this 12" by 12" blue, faux leather purse that we could put anything into. They should have named the movie "Eight Heads In My Mom's Purse." It was comical. One time we smuggled a popped bag of popcorn into a movie. One time we found a full sized dinner plate in her purse. I am not even lying.

So, yesterday at Wal-Mart I got a little frustrated with diggin in my sack purse for my phone and missing every call. I would also stab myself with earings and pens diving for my keys. So I decided to get a cool new purse with some pockets. I got this:
Look at its size compared to my computer monitor! HUGE!
Dan even asked me to carry around some Ibuprofen in it in case one of us gets a headeache. So, I am just going to let it happen. I love my mom. I don't mind so much carrying around a bunch of stuff.

After all, she always has what I need in that big purse.