I’m going out. Well, not really. It is only to a library meeting, but it is out of the house. Without the baby. That’s a big deal for me. So, yeah, I’m going out. You know what else? I’m carrying a purse. And not just any purse. I’m carrying my red purse. I’m going out and carrying my red purse. I hope it will make me feel young and attractive and like I’m not someone who wipes her baby’s spittle with her shirt sleeve in a pinch. I know as soon as I put it on that it doesn’t. Instead I feel like a little girl playing dress-up.
What makes you feel like a kid?