Maybe I am a Pack Rat...

So I was visiting with a friend today, who shall remain nameless, about an embarrassing moment she had as of late. She had recently attended a friend's bridal shower when they started playing those dreaded games. She strongly dislikes these games, much as I do, so when they started up yet another, she excused herself to go to the potty. Well, in her absence, they played the, "What do you have in your purse?" game. Most of you gals know of which silly game I speak of, for those who don't: you get points for certain items in your purse, i.e.,hairbrush-5pts, aspirin-10pts, that kind of thing. Well, the game was played out while my friend was in the potty. When she returned she jokingly said, "Oh darn, I missed the game! I wonder how many points I would have gotten?" She should've kept her mouth shut. Her "friends" grabbed her purse and spilled the contents on the table so that they could count out the points. Truly, the very most inconsiderate act amongst females. Sure, she had the normals: lipstick, wallet, pens, loose change, dirty men's underwear... WHAT?! Yep- dirty men's underwear. Apparently, earlier in the week, hubby went biking, fell in creek, soaked his shorts, threw them in backseat. Being the good wife that she is, she picked them up, after they fell out of car- was in a hurry and threw the now dry, somewhat crusty tighty- whitey in her purse. Yes, I asked if they were boxers or briefs. I always want to know. Of coarse, she was mortified, not to mention her hubby. Good news of the night is she scored the most points!
After telling me this story, I could hardly breathe. This friend of mine is naturally on the quiet side and that moment was way outside her comfort zone. Anyhow, I wondered how many points I would get if I went through my purse. My very heavy purse. It certainly isn't full of money, so I dumped it all out to see. Apparently my purse is where all lipgloss goes to die. Seven tubes of lipgloss! In all fairness, three of them are my daughter's. Six hairbands for Jill's hair. We've had past issues... A nail file, which I never use outside of home. I don't know why I carry it. To me it's just as bad as clipping your nails in public as using a file. Ick. A few feminine hygiene products, (sorry, Steven), a Taylor Swift CD of Jill's, - I don't even know why it's in there. A fairly thick envelope labeled, "coupons". I keep a tiny notebook in there for grocery lists, or to take out and make a quick note, or to just look important like I have important things on my mind. Three pens, two paperclips, sunglasses, and of course my wallet and keys. Oh, the cell phone. That was it. I still wouldn't have won the contest.
I'm constantly nagging Jill about how she saves everything and her room gets so messy. I guess I better lay off of her for awhile. Perhaps the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.