bag tag

I cleaned out the various gum wrappers, crumbled receipts, and a mysterious fork just yesterday, so this is only a temporary illusion of organization.

6 keys to various vehicles and domiciles (still not as big as Brad's "janitor" keys)
2 books (they're for school... I'm not that studious)
2 lip glosses (even though I have no top lip)
1 dried-out pack of wet wipes (leftover from Nauvoo...summer 2006)
1 hand sanitizer (I'm a dirty girl)
1 lotion ("put the lotion in the basket")
1 pair of swimsuit bottoms (I've been going tanning so I don't fry on my trip, and I refuse to lie naked in a tanning bed... sanitary reasons)
1 school ID lanyard w/keys (because if I don't wear it, people think I'm a student)
1 flash drive (N-E-R-D alert)
1 notebook (not Rachel McAdams)
1 pack of gum (to quell the coke breath)
1 pepper spray (thanks, Jack Bauer)
1 mirror (yes, I'm vain)
1 day planner (never been used)
1 compact (still vain)
1 phone (although it's there, I'll still screen you)
and I'm wondering where my 1 Tide to Go went...

My 1 wallet, however, is an entity all its own. It has the usual credit cards and rewards cards (UEA, Staples, Barnes & Noble, Nordstrom, Café Rio, and Chevron – for the Cokes). But I also have barely-useful things, like, 2 old student IDs (for cheaper tickets at Movies 8) and my very old employee name tag from Banana Republic (for cheaper drinks at the University Mall Pretzelmaker). Oh, and my long-expired WA driver’s license. I don’t know why I hold on to that one. Nostalgia?

I tag Leslie Gleaves, Sara Vest, and Melissa Merrell.