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But wait, there is one little itsy bitsy teeny tiny issue we need to address. Ummm, it's your purse. You know, it looked great when you first got it. And it still "could" look great - but now Dolce Gabbana Jacket, it has an unsightly bulge, and well, I'm scared about what might jump out when you open it. Maybe, just maybe, it is time you did just a little spring cleaning. It will only take you half an hour, at most, and then it's on to bigger and better things.
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"I'll bet you're hungry," she says, feeling the kitten's ribs poking through its caramel and ivory coat.Suddenly a low growl escalates behind Savannah as Thoth, her Maine Coon, discovers the reason for the open door and chilly breeze swimming throughout the living room. Before she can stop him, Thoth lurches for the kitten, which scurries like a white mouse beneath Savannah's robe and into the house.Hearing the howling, Horus bounds down the stairs and helps Thoth corner the hissing kitten under the kitchen table, while Savannah slams the door and rushes over."Move back, boys," she says to Thoth and Horus, gently pulling the cats aside so she might crawl under the table to rescue the shivering kitten. "Let's clean you up a bit," she says to the kitten, as it tries to hide in her arms.
Monday morning, and Savannah Monroe opens the front door to dash out on the porch, grab the newspaper, and duck back into the house before brisk air saturates her robe. Instead she finds a calico kitten rolling with the paper, tackling it as if it were a football, gnawing the rubber band."Hi, Sweetie," Savannah says, slowly kneeling, forgetting the icy breeze. "Who do you belong to?"The kitten jumps to its feet, meows loudly, and runs to Savannah Women Gucci swimwear, flopping across her slippers. As she strokes its matted fur, she estimates the kitten to be six weeks old, part of a feral colony living in the overgrown lot down the street.
Girlfriend, your house can wait! It looks fine. So, you have a few cobwebs hanging in the corners, there's a pile of clothes at the bottom of your closet that just don't fit, and you can't close your desk drawers anymore. So what, my house is the same! The outdoors are calling, and if I know you, you are tired of being stuck inside. After all, that's where you were all winter! Spring cleaning can wait until the fall. Besides, now that warmer
weather is here, if you have company, you can entertain on the patio...
Just in case you do misplace your bag, or heaven forbid, some snatches it off your shoulder, now's a good idea to make an inventory of exactly what type of credit cards and other ID you carry with you. Make a list and look up the telephone numbers for each. Jot those down too, as well as the contact for your cell phone company. Now put your list somewhere safe where you will remember it and have easy access to it. Girl, I have seen your desk, so I know you are not the file cabinet type! Perhaps you can tape it to the inside of your kitchen or bathroom cabinet.
While you're at it, I would not be a good friend if I didn't tell you that your wallet needs a little help too. Do you really need to carry around a dozen credit cards, when all you really use is one or two? And your Social Security card - put that someplace safe! You don't want that getting in the wrong hands.
Well, it's that time again! Just dump the contents of that overstuffed trash container you call a handbag on the floor. I know, that was cruel, but this is tough love! Shake it until every last piece of paper and gum wrapper and coin has made its way out. Toss what you don't need. Replace what you do. It's as easy as that.
I remember the last time you cleaned out that purse. It was pretty bad, wasn't it? The silver wrapper, with chewed up gum sandwiched between its layers. That sock your toddler would not keep on her foot. Your misplaced mail - and you're always blaming the postman, poor guy. And then the receipts, all 107 of them. Of course, there were some good things. Remember that bank envelope, with the crisp ten dollar bill tucked neatly inside. And that pound of loose change in the bottom. You bought coffee for a week with that!