I got a new purse from Fawn Boutique in Park City. She’s green and brown and ever so soft. It’s like carrying around a baby butt, but not as creepy.

There’s only one problem with her is that she doesn’t have a name. Yes, I name all my purses. Hello I don’t have kids and therefore name all inanimate objects. What of it?

I took my new purse to work today to show a co-worker. Trying to put my purse love in context I compared it to a crush another co-worker has on the new office intern.

"I rub the purse just like Adam, the nerd, wants to touch the office intern: all soft and gentle with just a hint of love."

And so my purse was named. From now on she’ll be known as The Intern.