Bad guys in bad movies would be impressed with my abilities to resist their torture techniques

I had an idea for a blog post earlier today and I should have written down because it's totally lost now. I should have known better. My brain has been going in and out for the past few days.

It may have been Carrie going purse shopping today. She wanted a new purse. She always wants a new purse. She asked if I wanted to go with her and I politely declined.

Actually, I think I said, "DEAR GOD! NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!"

Because purse shopping with Carrie is torture for me. I don't like shopping anyway, but my experiences of purse shopping with Carrie have been excruciating. And she knows this and is very understanding about it while she rolls her eyes and laughs at me.

Carrie did find a purse without me, though. It's dark purple and big enough to smuggle small children across borders in. Big is in for purses, or so Carrie tells me.

I don't know these things. I don't WANT to know these things.