The Mother of All Tote Bags

I realized today I forgot to blog about the ginormous tote bag I received last week. A friend who lives in San Diego picked up the bag at Comic-Con a few weeks ago, and knowing I’m a big Veronica Mars fan he offered to send it to me.

You might not be able to tell from the photos, but this bag is HUGE. I mean, any bigger and it would drag the ground. As it is when I put the strap over my shoulder the bottom of the bag is almost to my ankle.

My mind is boggled thinking of all the stuff I can put in a bag this big. See, I’m a tote bag junkie. Really. I have to force myself not to buy anymore cute tote bags from Target or Etsy. When I worked full time I would always have a tote bag with my purse, lunch, tolietries (toothbrush, hairspray), drugs (Motrin, vitamins, sinus stuff), extra clothes for the gym, magazines, and more. People would mock. I didn’t care. I prefer to be prepared for anything, plus things always came up missing at my last job and I didn’t want to leave anything in my office (at a mortgage company! really, you’d think people would be more professional). Towards the end of my pregnancy I added a few more things to the bag and it got to the point where I really needed my own personal sherpa or porter to carry it for me.

Anyway, I think this WB bag would be great to take to the beach.  Chris wants to head down to Galveston soon, so we might just get a chance to try it out.  Thanks again for sending it, Chong!!

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