I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad string cheese and a Christmas ornament in it!
I'm sickened by all religions. Religion has divided people. I don't think there's any difference between the pope wearing a large hat and parading around with a smoking purse and an African painting his face white and praying to a rock.
A car for every purse and purpose.
The amazing thing is that I'm sane. I'm not bitter. I'm not drugged out. I'm not broke. I'm still married to the same guy. My children don't hate me.