Yup, not a purse, it's more like this thing that men carry around in Europe, France specifically. My dad had one in his day. So, like a purse. When we moved to Australia he was like, determined that he would "change all that" and like carried the manpurse into work.... Only it was Australia.... So he came home rather subdued and like, there was no more talk about the man purse. It vanished somewhere.
Part of me felt bad for him, but since I was in a BRAND new culture (and a female in middle school) I had my own teasing to worry about. LOL.
Australia, back then, was kind of like the politically incorrect of Today. Like, my mom's boss called her "bovine" when she was pregnant, in this way, "OH GOD, I hate pregnant women, they all lose any intelligence they have and sit around getting fat and chewing their cud they are completely BOVINE in my opinion."
This was when she offered a thought about something. I would love to import some Australians of the DAY and PLANT them in the Democrat party with some candid cameras. It would be the best TV EVER.
I fixed all my setups did Spanish did like, yoga, the husband is asleep (I told him he was gonna crash so hard maybe there would be a crater... )
Apparently me crashing is not good and may require some extra meds. I am happy my setups are fixed, though.
No LEAKING. My vapes could survive a tampon commercial I am fairly confident. Except for none of my
eliquids being blue or whatever color they use to politely imply "this is not actual blood" which frankly I consider a shame.
Anna