Purse Purge in Prospect Park (an alliteration!)
Mal and Jacq are completely whipped from this adventure.
We are so tired.
We haven’t slept in comfortable beds in a very. long. time.
We are unable to do much of anything in the daytime so we find random parks and lie in the grass there.
Today we deigned to empty our purses and see what goodies we could find to entertain ourselves and our loyal readership.
In our leather (Mal) and snakeskin (Jacq - “They weren’t endangered. Plus it was on sale.”) totes was two months of bullshit.
The most frivolous things Mal dumped onto the grass were two treasonous Lone Star Light bottle caps and one ugly earring:
Similarly, Jacq found a face scratcher from the French Quarter in New Orleans.
We went to buy salted caramel ice cream but they were closed so we sat on the curb and wept.
