Ahh, my little life in a tan leather bag.
Wallet, containing four medical insurance cards, three immunization records, two credit cards, one driver's license, innumerable receipts and seventy-seven cents.
Itty, bitty, notebook, for jotting down ideas or necessities so that I forget neither. But no pen.
Lip care. Two lip balms, two lip glosses, and three lipsticks. Though I usually just glob on the balm I carry in the pocket of my jeans.
Cork screw/bottle opener combo. Nail clippers.
A few gift cards from Christmas I have not had the opportunity to spend.
Excedrin, baby Tylenol, dental floss, zipper bag of bendy straws, bulletin from church last Sunday, two Madagascar sticker handed out at the pediatrician's office, metal clippy-doo-dad thing for the car seat, and one sad and lonely ear ring whose mate has disappeared forever.
Okay, I am feeling oddly exposed now.