Imagine my delight to find a package for ME in my post office box yesterday morning. Whatever could it be? Well, I will tell you what it was...
Some time ago, my good friends Maggie and Mitch had a contest and the prize was a (gasp) hand made by their mom purple purse! And momma FORCED me to enter. I was certainly relieved when I didn't win, but then, oh the horror, inside the box was none other than said purse with a note saying simply, "Surprise! Tank!"
That's right, Tank won the ever unmanly purse and had it sent to ME!
The definition of manliness!
The anti purple wishing my dog cave were brown again mastiff!
Behold! The purple purse!
Momma wanted to show it to PeeWee and when I saw it start to disappear into his pointy little mouth I was so relieved knowing that he would likely swallow it whole!
But momma pulled it away, "Oh no! Pea! Don't eat Mango's lovely purse!"
Then, oh, I was forced to model the foo foo satchel.
Well, under protest for sure and there was not one photo of me with the blasted thing that I did not have my lipstick prominently on display. In your face Tank! I don't care if you are wearing a cone and hopping around on three leggies and taking drugs, this is war! Don't think I won't come and open a can of whup ass on your little tripod self. Yuh!
Lucky for me, momma said, "Oh Mango! That is the perfect size to transport the candy for the uber geeks at work along with my cell phone and cracker berry. Do you mind if I borrow it?"
Hey! Have at it dotty old purple Barbie dream house loving witch. At least somebody is happy. I just hope she doesn't make me wear it to skool.
Apropos of nothing, here is a movie to show you the mayhem up with with I put. Sheesh.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Momma armed herself with an industrial sized bottle of Dayquil and returned to the work place to spread her cooties and test the immune systems of her co-workers. Have mercy.