My loveable but completely insane wife has been saving up for a Luis Vuitton purse. It was $700 (!!!) and she brought it home all excited and glowing. We're storing it in the safe downstairs.
I gotta tell you, the box my heart transplant came in wasn't as nice as the box this purse came in. It cost more than my first car, no lie. It even comes with a soft velvet wrap to store the purse in when you aren't using it. (lol)
This is not the typical kind of thing my wife buys, she's usually very very very very thrifty and doesn't go for "fashion stuff", but this purse was apparently invading her dreams and wooing her and making her all hot and sweaty so she succumbed to its siren call. Sometimes we can hear it rustling softly in its box inside the safe, wanting to be let out. I'm afraid to leave the house with it for fear of being robbed.
