Last Saturday when I didn’t have my wallet in Lincoln, I called Lloyd and asked him to please look in my bag. As he rummaged around, he kept mumbling, “You need to clean out your bag.”
Several times this week he has muttered things about my bag under his breath. I think the ordeal gave him nightmares or something.
So to quiet the grumbling, I did it.
In order of thrown out:
Two strings of hearts/raindrops
One broken spring
Silver ribbon thing
Three batteries- two round, one square
One piece of white cardboard
Results of school survey (shredded)
Empty medicine blister pack thing
Relocated elsewhere in the house:
Back in the bag:
One toothbrush and toothpaste (I really need to call the dentist. I have a sore tooth.)
Thumb drive necklace
Plastic tweezers (they go back to school)
googlie eye (you never know when you’ll need it)
Hmmmm…. He might have been right.