The Church Purse

Karina has a purse that she always takes to church and we call it the "church purse".  It is quite big and can hold a whole lot of stuff.  Since she is kind of a hoarder you never know for sure what is in that purse and I don't like to look in it too often.  Her scriptures are always in there (they are the large ones) old copies of the Friend, coloring books (most of them have been totally colored in but she will not take them out), crayons, markers, construction paper, etc. etc.  The church purse has become quite heavy and I don't know how she carries it around on Sundays without wearing her arms out.  Several weeks ago we were sitting in church and I kept smelling something.  A sickly sweet, rotten smell.  There wasn't anyone sitting very close to us so I knew the smell had to be coming from us.  I kept sniffing around trying to figure where the smell was coming from and it finally hit me that it was coming from the church purse. With great trepidation I opened the purse and got an overwhelming whiff.  I had to dig around a little but I found the culprits.  5 apples that had been in there for weeks.  It looks like I have a new Sunday duty - check the church purse before we go.

Sspeaking of purses and hoarding:
We have had a real problem around our house with pens disappearing.  We have always had a pen holder in the kitchen and one by the computer and you could always count on finding a pen when you needed one.  Dan and I love the nice Pilot pens and buy them in bulk at
Costco. They started disappearing and soon there was never a pen when we neded one.  We would buy more pens (they are not cheap) and they would disappear quicker and quicker.  One day I was looking in one of her purses to see if she had some lip gloss (she carries 2 purses when she goes places.  One has her money in it and the other she puts odds and ends in).  I was shocked when I saw lots of Pilot pens in her purse.  I took them out and counted 37.  Needless to say, Dan and I now hide pens.  I have even become a hoarder of pens in my purse.