I am becoming my Grandmother.

Looking over the posted picture from the road trip to Regina last week-end, I discovered I am becoming my Grandmother. No, it was not because we went on tours of Government House and the Legislative Building because they were free (and I think knowledge is fun!) Nor was it because I am now getting drunk off of a cocktail and considering stealing the little jam packets they give you with toast at brunch. Nor was it because I have discovered myself sticking Kleenexes up my sleeve, "for later." No.... it is because my body has become permanently attached to my purse. I am so attached in fact, that in this picture of me and RJ in the legislative assembly, a room where there was only three of us, me, RJ and the tour guide, I am so afraid of a purse mugging that I need to wrap my bag's strap around my foot and pose for a picture. I need an intervention people. Stop me before I start riding a scooter around Wal-Mart with a bumper sticker that reads, "Honk if you love Jebus".