Handbag & Book: BUYING my OWN VALENTINE #readromance #RLFblog #KateSpade

I bought my own Valentine this year. Due to unusual circumstances, Handsome said he was sorry but he didn't get anything for me this year. I'd bought him an adorable card and Batman pajama bottoms. He looked sad and I couldn't be mad. Handsome had had another reconstructive plastic surgery. That was definitely more important than a Valentine for me. So he turned to me and asked, "Can you buy yourself a handbag?"

Nirvana. Pure nirvana. Of course, I could. I went straight to my favorite handbag site--Kate Spade--to search and yes!!! I found this one:

Isn't it adorable with the pink and red flowers on the black background? It has a very large center pouch with two small pockets on one side and one zipper pocket on the other. On each side of the pouch are side pouches. In one, I store the cross-body handle. I thought the bag would be larger; sure, I could have used a tape measure and blocked out exactly how big. Instead, I went with the "is it the same size as a piece of paper?" method. lol

I'm not disappointed at all. I love this bag and the bright flower colors. Would you buy a bag with flowers on it?

Speaking of something adorable, that's exactly what I think of this passage between my hero, Allan Wellborn, in Temporarily Employed, part of the Murder & Mayhem boxed set:

No frisking and no arrests were--so far, in my book--a good thing. As Sarah Anne’s older brother, I found it easy to eliminate him from the stalker, murderer, and rapist categories. The something in the truck line sounded similar to approaches used in past dating experiences. For instance:

“Want to come up and look at my etchings?”

Translated: A roll in the hay.

Or the ever popular “Would you like to meet Mr. Lizard?”

Translated: Mr. Wiggly Worm.

“How about coming to my place for a drink?”

Translated: To ply me with multiple drinks and the requisite roll in the hay.

I hadn’t fallen for those then and wasn’t going to be a sucker now.

He stuck his hands on his hip and said, “I know what you’re thinking. I’m not a stalker, murderer, or rapist." 

Apparently, he could read minds.

"Just a minute." I closed the door partially to release the chain, then opened it. “Why can’t you just tell me whatever it is?”

“No. I want to show you---”

“Not a Picasso?” I asked.

“No.”

“Not an iguana?”

A perplexed expression crossed his face. “A what?”

“Not your pet worm?

“What pet worm?”

“Not---” 

 “Look, I don’t know what you’re thinking. The only worms I know about are for fishing.”

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