Before Joe whisked me off to Paris last summer, I bought a bag. A big, bright, pink and orange, woven Liz Claiborne bag. I love it. It carries all and sundry. Have I mentioned I love it?
This is what rattled out onto the kitchen floor when I upturned it this evening:
1. A ziplock bag of prescription strength Advil. Because I never know when a headache will hit. And I want to be prepared to kill it.
2. Unopened pay slips. My school board could be ripping me off to no end and I would be none the wiser. I rarely open these things.
3. A small pad of lined paper. Because I never know when I will be called upon to take minutes. I just noticed I do not have a pen in my bag.
4. Plastic spoons. My students often forget to bring a spoon in their lunch kit and need spoons to eat their yogurt, or pudding, or soup. So I supply them.
5. A purple comb. What the heck? I don't even brush my hair, never mind comb it.
6. A toothbrush. Because dental hygiene is crucial.
7. My wallet. I love this old leather thing.
8. A grapefruit. I was wondering what was making my bag so heavy!
9. Three chequebooks. Why three you may ask? Who knows!
10. A plastic cockroach. Leftover from my class's Hallowe'en party in October. I bought a bag of them to put into my students' party drinks and I guess one of them migrated into my bag.
11. A CD of educational material. I've never listened to it.
12. A screw driver. Because I often find myself needing to drive a screw into or out of a wall either at school or work.
13. Two desk leg ends. We are always looking for these things at school. I don't know why they are in my bag though. I should put them in my desk.
14. Three lip balms. Which is really crazy as I rarely suffer from chapped lips. But if my lips ever start to dry up, I will have a good stock to choose from.
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