Sometimes, I don't have much to say. There has been so much conversation in the last few weeks that I'm just all talked out.
So here is a photo of my handbag, instead.
Actually, the word handbag is a little misleading. It's more like a portable home a la Mary Poppins. I can fit an assortment of small animals and the odd medium-size child in it, along with enough food to feed them all for a week. What can I say? I'm a Capricorn.
I always marvel at women with small handbags. Can never work out where they put everything. I find myself looking to see if someone's following at a discreet distance, carrying it all for them. If the world suddenly ended, these women would be of no use, whatsoever. How long could you expect to last on a tampon, a lipstick, and a diamante keyring proudly declaring that it's owner is a Hot Babe? Anyone with any sense of survival would abandon such company and head for the girl in the corner, the one teaching an impromptu crochet class and liberally dispensing nut bars from the bottomless supply in her Magic Carpet Bag.
In other news, I went to dismantle the Christmas tree, yesterday, only to discover that it has Come to Life.
I have no idea what to do with it.
