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They Are Out To Get Me

or at least all of my money. A friend of mine saw my post and found this on eBay. I can't get it. I already asked the Captain and he said no. Actually he said we don't need it. Who is we? I know I could use it. Yes, I know I just got the purse but come on! I'm on a roll here revealing just how dorky and ridiculous I can be when I get into something. When the Osborne's had all their stuff out, I bought most of it. I've always liked Ozzy and Sharon just kills me. I have the first season on DVD. I still ask myself to this day why. I donated my entire collection to a benefit for a friend of a friend who needed help paying bills after her cancer came back. I hear they went for a good price. ANYway, I won't be getting the messenger bag any time soon. I think I'll be ok though because, in case you haven't heard, I GOT MY PURSE!!!


Anonymous said…
Aww man!! What about for carrying the kids toys and stuff when you go out? I think it could work as a diaper bag, right????
Men are mean....

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