Rodrigo loves me

Back in my late teens and early 20's I could somehow justify spending a lot of money on clothes, shoes, and purses. Now, I just end up feeling guilty if I even consider it. I can always think of a million things I'd rather do. You know there's always something that the kids need or that we need for the home. Also, I hate credit cards (debit cards are your friends, people) and the mere idea of charging shoes or a purse and then thinking of how much it will really cost drives me batty.
Anyway, I received a parcel yesterday. Rodrigo bought me a Prada purse. (in my best Al Pacino. . . ) "Say hell-o to my l'il fren".........

I'm thinking of wearing it on a chain around my neck. Flava Flav style. What do you think? Either that or covering it up in clear plastic like my grandma covers her chairs. Aww.... gifts for no reason are the absolute best! I should also frame my new baby's birth certificate.

You can tell I'm a big dork that doesn't own anything Prada because I feel like walking around and sticking my purse in people's faces while saying things like "Bam!", "Do you like apples? How do you like them apples?", or "What do you think of that, beyotch?". You get the gist. Ha! I can just imagine.

FYI: Prada purses and accesories are on tremendous sale at Amazon.

feeling: too proud of my new purse
listeing to: Shivaree (Goodnight Moon)