The Purple Purse Goes Shopping

For the first time in my short life, my dears, I went grocery shopping. The Significant Other picked up The Lady and I last night to visit a mecca of food, cleaning products and other accoutrements a purse like myself can only dream of. Although The Lady held me in her lap on the ride to the store, once we arrived, she promptly placed me in the cart, not unlike a small child, confined to the metal cage like an animal. No, really, it wasn't that bad! Eventually, it got very crowded, what with the produce and toothpaste and toothbrushes and cheese and eggs and orange juice piled beside me, however, I managed to escape unscathed. Except for, as the Significant Other says, the "snot rag" The Lady shoved inside me in the frozen seafood section. To be honest, I'm not sure what I thought grocery shopping would entail, but it did give me some precious alone time with The Significant Other while The Lady ran ahead to ogle the organic offerings. He didn't filled me with tissues. And he kept my contents secure, even without The Lady asking. Perhaps carrying his water bottle and keys won't be so bad after all!