Jeff’s mom spoils me rotten. And she did it again for my birthday.
With a new Coach purse. (She promises she got a rock star deal so that makes me feel a little less guilty about her getting me another beautiful bag.)
She knew when she walked in on Saturday that she was going to be “in trouble” even hiding the gift bag, which boasted Coach all over it behind her back. But I don’t think either of us thought “trouble” when I opened the gift and was absolutly delighted. The purse, it’s so me. Even my mom, who doesn’t understand fancy purses because she’s never carried a purse in her life said, “it’s so you.” And it is. However, we will not show Grandma this photo:
Or this one:
