Frankie is our pride and joy in life.
She is also a tad expensive. Kind of like a lifetime car payment. Not always a bad thing I realized this morning.
I stopped in to the place I have to admit I'm addicted to - Starbucks. After they stole my $1.65 this morning for my cup of flavored water, I left and noticed a guy walking in. He had a Coach bag over his shoulder (I used to work in Filene's Basement in Boston in handbags, for ONE semester, ugh). I looked closer and realized it wasn't just a cool leather bag, but a man-purse. A really frigging expensive one. I think it was this one. Four hundred and frickin' twenty eight dollars for a bag that is undeniably ugly. It must be a little bit nice to have so much money you get bored spending it, but I'm pretty content with what I've got. Even if our dishes are 20 years old and were purchased used for $9 at a yard sale.