The Kid: I don't get it.
Me: Don't get what?
The Kid: Your blog. I don't get it.
Me: It's because you're a man.
The Kid: I don't understand. A receipt convention? What are you talking about?
Me: You're a man. You don't carry a purse.
And then the self doubt began to set in. What if nobody out there got it? None of you, the faithful eleven.
Was I going to have to write a post to explain a post?
If you carry a purse, things accumulate. Things like gum wrappers, loose change, and receipts. And some times those things that have accumulated multiply to the extent that they appear to have a convention in the bottom of said purse.
Or was I going to have to hit delete and make the post vanish like the one about the woman who almost died at a dinner party I was hosting and The Kid stuffed the extra desserts under her blanket for the paramedics as they were wheeling her out the door. That one you don't remember because it was years ago and I hit delete because my children thought it was offensive.
And then Audrey commented. (My oldest and one of my dearest friends in the whole wide world who I never, ever get see anymore.) "I can relate," she said. Simple and to the point. And instantly my honor was restored.
Thank you Audrey. You saved me. You got it.
Now I don't have to write a post to explain a post or hit the the delete button.
But The Kid?
I think he's getting a new purse for his birthday.