Loaded With Bags

My Aunts are very clever. Before they gave me the huge paper bags, they pushed the acknowledgment/receipts from The Water Project into my hands and asked me for money in the same breath.

So I obliged by giving them whatever I had in my purse. Okay, while I read the information about The Water Project, they seized my purse and emptied it into their own bags. Basically they cleaned my pockets.

Then, out came the huge paper bags. Here're just 2 pictured, out of the 4 beauties received. I wanted to scold my Aunts. But they were so uppity about it. "Bought already, we can't return them. Why? Don't you like our taste? Are they very ugly?" DANG. Like this, how to say no? They're very draconian that way. Since I hit 21, the Aunts (and now the man's mom) have been annually contributing, generously, to my growing bag collection, i.e. they buy what they think look good on me and not what I like. Mostly, it has worked rather well, save for a couple of suspects.

I really don't mind the bags. It isn't necessary of course. None of us need another bag. But they're very pretty. But it's too much, considering that they've already forced wedding gifts down our throats. But yes, they're very very clever indeed to have these go in tandem with donations to The Water Project so that I won't yell too loudly.

Of course I'm not lugging the huge paper bags home. I'm taking out all the stuffings and boxes and squishing them into a suitcase. Yes, even for the other 2 in a black/white box with flower petals and the orange/brown horse carriage box. No carrying of paper bags and boxes onto the plane like as though I've gone on a major shopping spree. Bags are made of soft leather. So, SQUEEZE!