divine angst

Inspire by a recent post by THL, I bring you the contents of my purse, lightly edited, since this is a family blog. (OK, it’s not really a family blog, but, you know, some things are just verboten.)

1. One hairbrush. I actually prefer this hairbrush to the one in my bathroom, but the one in my bathroom doesn’t really fit well in my purse. I am also usually too lazy to run downstairs with wet hair to retrieve this one.
2. A crumpled receipt for a chocolate croissant and strawberry smoothie
3. My wallet, of course. As for what’s in the wallet, that’s a whole post of its own.
4. My cellphone and sunglasses
5. A packet of Instant Cream of Wheat. I meant to make this for breakfast at work last week. Didn’t happen.
6. My watch. Which, obviously, I am not wearing, and haven’t been for at least a week. When it starts to hurt my wrist, I take it off and drop it in my bag and then can’t remember where it is.
7. A lozenge wrapper and a jumbo paper clip. And 11 cents.
8. Palm Pilot, iPod, iPod charger, and iPod remote.
9. 128 MB Flash card. From when I had my camera in my bag. Camera has not been in bag for at least a month.
10. Empty wrapper for pocket pack of Kleenex.
11. Checkbook. No checks. Hm.
12. Crumpled receipt for lunch from February 9. I see a pattern.
13. Barrette, chippy-style hairclip, bobby pin
14. Zit cream, of the clear variety. Never used.
15. The travel makeup kit: powder compact, eyeshadow compact, lip liner, lip tint, Burt’s Bees Lip Shimmer (color: champagne), Blistex Silk & Shine, and Neutrogena Lip Moisturizer
16. Cinnamon flavor dental floss
17. One nearly empty bottle generic Aleve
18. Gate check luggage claim ticket

Wow. That’s a mess. I’m throwing away the receipts and wrappers and claim ticket. The empty checkbook is going back in, checkless. The Cream of Wheat…I just don’t know what to do with that. Any suggestions? (Please don’t suggest that I eat it. Please. I already didn’t do that.)

Is it weird that, while thinking things through in my head, I sometimes gesticulate in reaction to something particularly interesting/profound/important that I’ve thought?

I think my coworkers must think I have Tourette’s.

Shelley posted today about flowers and sunshine—you know, all the stuff that comes with spring.

And I’d be happy to join in the springy joy except that it topped 80 degrees here yesterday and we’ve had to turn the central air on in the house already. Is it not still February? I love the sunshine and the birdies and the smell of blooming flora, but 80 degrees? Something slightly insane about that.

Mr. Angst asked me this morning if we could move to somewhere with a little more winter and a little less summer. I said I thought I could arrange it.

Rock! I’m seventh in a Google search for skiing and gambling. (But oddly, not for “gambling and skiing.”)

That makes me seem much more fun than I am.