Like Jellybeans, You Can't have Just One

And now for your reading entertainment, I have begun to sell 31  bags.  Watch in amazement as my friends begin to avoid me, neighbors cross the street when they see me coming, and my bedroom begins to resemble Vera Bradley having a very bad reaction to crack cocaine.... yes folks, I not only sell 31 bags, wallets, totes, etc, I am addicted to them.

First of all, I love these purses like there's no tomorrow.  I have been reviewing products on and off for years, and I can't rave enough about these cool bags, the thermal totes, and just the overall make up of the company that sells them.   They are sturdy, good quality and come in fun colors and patterns.  You can personalize them 15 ways to Sunday.  Names, logos, emblems, icons, my head is awash with all the different patterns, from "Pick me Plaid" to "Lot's of Dots" over to the more floral and festive "Best Buds" and the flamingo  mating- call pattern, "Island Damask".  I cram all my pool stuff in my organizing utility tote, shocked at how much fits, fill the little pockets with sunscreen, sun glasses and a couple copies of Entertainment weekly, and off I go.  It isn't a summer day without a 31 bag with all your crap spilling as you lug your umbrella and screaming children to the beach.

One word.... Picnic thermal.  It has replaced my husband's ridiculous "Nut Clusters"  shoulder pak freebee, he so fondly refers to as the "Nut sack".  Yes for three years my husband has been toting a hideous army green bag to the soccer field that clearly reads "Nut Clusters" on the front of it.  This way he can utter the same joke week in and week out, " Has anyone seen my nutsack?"  when he can't find the bag.    Sometimes if he really can't find it for a long period of time, he will exclaim to the male offspring, " Hey, did you touch my nutsack?  Did someone relocate my nutsack?"  And then the two offsprig laugh and laugh and I roll my eyes... yeah so, I am burning my husband's nutsack this weekend.... so sick of that bag.