Last week when I was in the doctors office I decided just for fun to weigh my purse.  It came in at a whopping twelve pounds.

Now if it was a baby that would be an acceptable weight but for a purse I felt a little embarrassed.  I decided to put my purse on a diet.

The first thing I had to do was to decide what among the contents of the purse could go.  Much easier I might say than done.

First there is the bulging wallet.  Necessity.  Among its contents are every receipt I have acquired in the last 90 days,  a few credit cards, my drivers license and a very small amount of money.

Next comes the day planner that I haven’t written in since maybe March.  If the road to hell is paved with good intentions my plans to keep up a planner would be discussed in route.  I try but can’t replace the good old refrigerator calendar.

The next thing to be pulled out of my bag of