Meet my purse. It (ways) weighs six pounds! I take her everywhere. She causes my daughter and I grief. We argue over who will carry her. My daughter argues that it’s my purse, but I pathetically remind her that I am a sweet little old lady, and she should help me out.
The problem is that I need everything in the purse. I carry medications for both of us, mostly me. Help!
We have decided to name the mamouth purse and as I have always found Gather friends to be so helpful, I’ve decided to ask for help.
So here it is: Name that purse!