I just spent the last ten minutes cleaning sticky goo out of my purse.
Over the weekend, K and I went shopping for groceries in our neighborhood. The butcher shop had individual foil-wrapped chocolate covered cherries by the cash register. I couldn't remember the last time I had one of those. I threw one in my bag and... forgot about it. Until this morning, when I reached in to grab a pen.
The worst part is, I can't even blame the kids.