The moratorium on purses

I definitely feel that a girl cannot have too many purses. My husband feels differently. When we met, I didn't even carry a purse. I just stuck my license and some cash in my pocket and I was out the door. Now that I'm a makeup-wearing, cell phone-carrying chickie, I need a purse. Not to mention my Franklin planner, pens, checkbook, big ass wallet, lotion, stuff I don't need, iPod, more stuff I don't need, extra Tylenol, etc. I've had a quest for the perfect purse, which I have never found. So I keep trying. My husband got so sick of purses lying around that he told me no more purses. Every now and then I sneak one into the rotation. This weekend my dad bought me this one: I decided it was okay if I got it as a gift. Mike disagrees.