Monday, February 04, 2008

one of the cool kids

While re-filling the tin in my purse with my secret stash this morning, I had an epiphany of sorts:

I have a private tin full of pills in my bag, like the 'underground' party kids did in high school, my very first box of fun -

humiliatingly age-baring that my idea of a box of fun pills is a tin full of antacids and Motrin :-)


Anonymous said...

As long as you don't start hoarding little foil pats of butter or individually wrapped plastic silverware, I think you've not yet turned into grandma!


Karen said...

I do hoard really good restaurent bread home in my purse, or clutched in a napkin in my hand!
-and the pats of butter and plastic silverware?
Yea, too late. Much, much too late. At least now I know where I get it from:)