What's in the bag?

Almost three years ago Mister C & I went to Mexico thanks to his hard work and his company's generosity. They sent a bunch of employees and their spouses to the Four Seasons in Punta Mita for five days and four nights of luxury and pampering. Every night, when the hotel staff turned down the sheets, they would leave a gift from the company. One night it was a bottle of wine with a silver wine holder thingy. I'm sure there's a more technical name for it. One night it was a painted, stone panther made by local craftsmen. And one night it was a large beach bag filled with a six pack of beer. Good times I tell you.

Well I loved the bag, but I really had no use for it. I mean, I only carry a wallet and it's too big to be a purse anyway. I don't go to the beach since I live in a desert. And it really wouldn't be practical as a carry on for travel because there's no way to close it tight. Fast forward to my new career.

I discovered very quickly that I need a lot of stuff with me at all times. I usually carry with me at least one purchase contract and all the paperwork that goes with it, pens, a white out pen, binder clips, a notebook (or two), mileage log, sheets for each property I'm planning on viewing, special key to get into the properties, mace (you never know), gum, lipstick, laptop, wireless internet plug in thing that's totally awesome, wallet, business cards and various snacks. The first week or so, all of this stuff was just floating around in my car. But then I remembered the green Mexico bag. And I wondered...so I gave it a try. And it has been fantastic. Everything fits beautifully and looks great to boot. But there is a down side. The Hooligan. He looooovvveeesssss the bag. He is perpetually rubbing on it, knocking it over, trying to chew it. You get the idea.

This morning he went above his normal havoc. I have the picture to prove it. Can't you just hear him..."Let's see what we have here, almonds, paper, leftover croissant, oooh pens!"