The Burial

Last night, my favorite purse was laid to rest and I shed a silent tear. You see, on our way out of Mi Pueblo, I told Turner to grab his tea. He did exactly that. Only, he grabbed it by the top, which came off, spilling the whole cup right into my purse. Yep, it drowned. The purse and many of it's contents had to be thrown away. This was not just any purse. It was the only designer purse I've ever owned. Never before have I spent that much on a purse (and maybe never again). I bought it last year at the Coach outlet in Florida because I rarely actually treat myself. Guess it's a good thing we're going there again this year!