Every major vacation we take I acquire a new bag. For weeks leading up to our recent Italian holiday I plotted our stops and decided I would purchase an Italian made bag. Whenever Mr. Bitches wanted to anger me, he'd tell me I couldn't get one. Please...it's tradition, and you can't break tradition. So, after dragging Mr. Bitches to countless shops (To his credit, he was very patient and even helped. He's such a MOW. [That's Male of Worth, for those of you who don't read the Black Dagger Brotherhood Series]) in several cities, I chose a Furla Aster. It smells absolutely delicious and is incredibly soft.
Sometimes, when I'm bored, I smell it. Yea, it's sad.
4 comments:
I smell books. They're cheaper. ;-)
I'll bet Mr. Bitches would be thrilled if I took up book collecting over purses!
It smells like leather, right? Cuz I woul be stoked if they came out with a strawberry scented purse!
@jrieggs: Dude, or smell like a Cinnabon! :-D
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