Well, this couldn't happen but once in a million years...I have exactly ten things in my purse!
I would have had 11 things in my purse, but my journal has been on the kitchen counter for the past several days.
Notice: no tissues.
I never have a tissue when I need one...never have. My sister always had a fun purse. She was always the one that had paper and art projects and mini-electronics in her purse when the kids get restless in church. Need salt for your popcorn at the movies and you don't want to miss a moment? She had a mini salt-shaker...just that kind of girl. Everything and anything could come out of that bag of hers...change for a dollar, stain remover, a recipe for chocolate whoopie pies, a flashlight, an umbrella, dental floss, an address book, drugs for whatever ails you, full make-up kit. And snacks...always snacks. Just one of the many reasons I love her.