The Handbag of Mom

Back in the olden days when the skies were filled with the shrill cries of Pterodons, I carried a small little handbag if any. I had a credit card, my ID, and the key to my apartment. That's all I needed.

As most moms know, the bags get bigger as time goes by. The ones you carry, the ones under your eyes, etc.

This is the stuff I pulled out of my purse today:

Not shown: my wallet, my Microsoft security badge, a big wad of keys, a ziploc with coins (?), the crumbs of a thousand Cheerios and an appointment card from my chiropractor.