Today was a sad day in my house. Last night I found a flea on the dog. So of course I freak and cart the poor pup off to the vet this morning for dips, drops, and whatever else they do. Well, I decided that the house needed to be flea bombed. Ok, everything is all well and good until I realized that I can't let my bags be exposed to that gunk. So my first thought was to take them with me, but then I figured it was probably not a good idea to head to the mall for four hours with my entire collection in my car. So (and I still can't beleive I had to do this) I put the purses into... garbage bags to keep them air tight. :s Honestly, my first thought was "I hope the little suade one can breathe" LOL Good news is they survived the fogger. I just hope my name didn't go on a list somewhere in Jacksonville. Just thought I would share my coach related drama with people I knew would understand my distress.