I don't even care if it un-did all the good we had just done at the gym. THIS was freakin' delicious, and now I want to go here every day.

Work - just another day of livin' the dream. And that's the best thing I can say about that.

I got home and it was like Christmas, because my new purse had arrived! I am not a girl who swaps out bags willy-nilly. I get one and then I just use the heck out of it every single day until it falls apart. My last bag was a pink Coach that ragazz' picked out just for me. Oh my lord, I *loved* that purse. It was the consummate chele-purse. So I was starting to get sadder than sad that it was finally starting to get too grungy and fall apart after 3+ years. Holy separation anxiety!

I found a purse on Zappos, finally, that seemed big enough without being ridiculous. It has many pockets, and it zips across the top, which is good. It's got a long strap, too, so I can wear it like a messenger bag if I want to. I sat down at the kitchen table after work and started the long, messy process of switching from one bag to another. I found some stuff in the old one that I forgot I had! Heh. I dumped it all out, reorganized, threw stuff away, found a proper change purse and a bag for all the medicine and sundries that get toted around ("Got any Tylenol? Sure. Got any lactaid pills? Sure. How about allergy medicine? You betcha."). Then, as a nod to the last, best bag, I kept the Coach key ring and tags and scarf and decorated up the new one with all the pretty pink doo-dads. Now THIS is the chele-purse.

Do not judge! Everyone needs a hobby.