Happiness CAN in fact be packaged

I'm headed to Indiana to visit today. I'm pretty excited because even though I was just there in May, I need the trip home. I've decided that "home" is more or less where most of the family is (partly because it's a lot easier than deciding which town). Though if it strikes me, I usually claim Chicago.

Anyway, in finding a bag to pack last night, I found myself getting all excited when I opened my bag of, well, bags. Some people have a thing for shoes, purses, or whatnot. Me? I take after my dad and love bags- backpacks, shoulder bags, whatever. My collection is spawning.