Did you ever watch Let’s Make a Deal? At the end of the show, Monty Hall would offer a contestant $50 if she had a specific item – a battery, cherry Life Saver, etc. The costumed woman would dive into her purse. As the credits rolled, she either emerged triumphantly, holding the item aloft, or continued her frantic search, bottoms-up in her bag.
I’ve been ready for Let’s Make a Deal my whole life.
Schlepping 50 pounds of junk around is ruining my back, I know. I’ve got ruts in my shoulders so deep Jimmy Hoffa could be hiding there. But I can’t ignore the little Boy Scout voice in my head whispering, “be prepared.”
When I had to come up with games for a wedding shower last weekend, I created Scavenger Hunt – The Purse Version. Players got one point for each of the following items:
Hairbrush/comb “Mystery” key
Wallet Address book
Library card Toothbrush
Feminine Protection Kleenex
Coupon Hand/face lotion
Blood donor card Unpaid bill
Sewing kit Stamp
Phone Jewelry item
Tape measure Business card
Dental floss Eyeliner
Paperclip Lottery ticket
Picture of a pet Aspirin
2011 penny Shopping/to-do list
I was inspired by the actual contents of my purse. Unfortunately, this is merely the tip of my satchel iceberg. Feel free to borrow the idea for your next shower. A gift certificate for a back massage might be an appropriate prize.
I’m still waiting for Monty Hall to show up. If he offers $50 for a mini WWF wrestling figure with a jellybean stuck to his head, I’m golden!
p.s. I am participating in a very scientific survey, studying the relationship between mentioning Justin Bieber in a post and the popularity of said blog post. The study is titled “The Effect of Mentioning Justin Bieber In A Post, on View Statistics For That Post”. This is NOT, repeat NOT a gratuitous insertion of said teen heart-throb’s name in the post to artificially inflate views. Merely trying to help out an esteemed colleague’s scientific research, is all.
p.p.s. Research update: After about 7 hours of study, it appears the very mention of Justin Bieber by a middle-aged mom like me is so repellent, all past, present and future possible readers have run screaming for the hills. Conclusion: COME BACK!!! I’ll be a Bieber-free zone, promise!