Cathy Classics by Cathy Guisewite for October 17, 2018

That’s not a purse, that’s a duffle bag.

“Who steals my purse steals trash.”

She doesn’t want him to see inside, but she wants him to carry it. That makes perfect sense to me.

What?? No, I don’t “get” any of this. Not anything I would do. An eye roll from me…

Hello Cathy friends! Happy Wednesday! Thank you for the anniversary wishes! I was a bad wife and sort of “forgot” until midway through the day, so my husband was like “hey!” :-) But things are always so crazy that my mind is elsewhere and I’m so tired in general. But forgiveness is part of marriage, right? Anyway, Lil is in the middle of volleyball club tryouts, and she made her “dream” team last night, so it was all worth it. So now I have a little break between marching band season and volleyball season to get some rest and some things done. On that note, I hope everyone is having a peaceful day!

Cathy has to know that 90% of what’s in her purse doesn’t need to be there. I think that’s what she doesn’t want Irving to find out.

Me thinks she has it full of junk from ages ago, and never cleans out her purse. I like things tidy. Take that hour or two to sort it out Cathy! I can’t imagine what the inside of her car look like. I get a kick out of the Christmas wreath on the front door of the neighbor who walks by it everyday. She never removes it until she is good and ready to remove it. Usually around Easter time.

“You can’t know me until you’ve walked a mile with my purse!”

Better grab a forklift, Irving. Looks like this purse is big enough to hold a car … almost, anyway.

HI, MOM. Greetings, Clan.

She doesn’t want you to “understand” too much, Irving…so don’t look inside.