It’s hard to prioritize sometimes.
Last night, John wanted a pretzel. They don’t allow food or drinks in the pavilion (only on the lawn, which is where we wanted to be, but I waited too long to buy tickets, and we were forced to sit in actual SEATS with backs and arms and everything), so he didn’t have time to finish his giant pretzel. That’s where my purse came into play. It’s my summer purse, and I’ve hardly used it, so it was basically empty. Unusual for me. Wallet, phone, keys – that’s it. Plenty of room for a half of a giant salt-covered pretzel. I’m a criminal. I run red lights and I smuggle food into theaters. And when I got up this morning, I had to turn my purse inside out and upside down to get all the salt out. For the record, he appreciates me.