It sounds like a mild curse. “Oh, purse crackers!” I guess my daughter was correct. No one wants to eat the crackers I have in my purse, all perfectly crushed. Even hunger is not enough of an emergency for purse crackers.
“Let’s Make a Deal” would have been my show. I don’t have a single writing utensil in my bag ‘o tricks, but I do have a deck of inspirational quote cards I fully intend to leave on my travels one day. The key to the church choir room is in there, but not a house key.
I’m cleaning out my lovely bag, replacing it with a fresh Springtime satchel and a renewed promise to keep it simple in there. No more preparing for game shows, and I clearly intend to put a pen in there one day. Soon. Very soon.