This is Priscilla (yes, she has a name...is that a problem?):
She is my favorite pocketbook. I got her last year for my birthday and I take her everywhere because she matches everything that I wear.
My husband thinks that my pocketbook is a black hole. This black hole theory doesn't only apply to Priscilla. In his warped opinion, it applies to every single pocketbook that I own.
Case in point...The following is this morning's conversation between me and the hubby:
Hubby: Sal, I can't find my truck key.
Me: Really? Well, when did you have it last?
Hubby: I don't know. Do you have it?
Hubby: Are you sure?
Me: Yes, I'm sure.
Hubby: Are you POSITIVE it's not in your pocketbook?
Me: YES, I am positive! Why do you always do that? Every time you loose something it MUST be in my pocketbook....like it's the great abyss, for Pete's sake! Jeez!
Hubby: Well, I just thought it MIGHT be in there....Forget it. I'll look for it later.
Me: (under my breath) *grumble...grumble...*...Always blaming me...*grumble*...like my damn pocketbook is a flippin black hole...*grumble*...Why don't you look for your cordless drill, your laptop, and your tennis shoes in there, too....while you're at it? *grumble...grumble*
Flash forward to 12:00pm.
I left work and went to the store to buy a small fan for hubby's desk. The clerk at the register bagged my purchase and said, "That'll be $18.02." I opened my wallet, gave her a twenty dollar bill and said, "Hold on. I'll give you two pennies." As I was digging around in my coin purse for the change, guess what I found?
Yep, in my change purse, at the bottom of my POCKETBOOK, was hubby's TRUCK KEY.
I hate it when he's right.
(FYI...I am totally going to sneak it back into his possession....SHHHHH!)