the fact that all I’ve got in my Daily Carry, otherwise known as my purse, are my keys, my wallet, some Kleenex, barrettes, tampons, lipstick, my little blue mirror, aspirin, some folding scissors, a tiny sewing kit, gum drops, old Bazooka bubble gum wrappers, some Ticonderoga Beginners pencils, crumbs, raisins, lost buttons, my sunglasses, and a beat-up single-portion packet of Kool-Aid I picked up for free somewhere,
that's more like it
