The only thing I love more than my purse…is the brilliant Jabberjaw picture of my sister, Jenny, that adorns it.

Aside from Gregory and our babies, Jenny is my most favoritest person in the whole wide world. No one can make me belly laugh like she can. No one.

Please believe me when I tell you that I proudly wear this purse to meetings around town — where writer and producer colleagues of mine are absolutely entranced by it. After we pass it around the room so everyone can admire it, there is generally ten minutes or so of riotous belly laughing while everyone stands in profile and attempts to re-create my sister’s genius Jabberjaw impersonation. No one even comes close, of course; Jenny owns it.

However, the best story involving my purse was when I was having brekkie at some hipster diner a few weeks ago and some queen sauntered up to me at the register and pointed at my purse and said, “Oh, my god…is that Glenn?”

I answered, “No, honey, it isn’t.”

He persisted, “Jesus…it looks just like my friend, Glenn. He was an actor, but he’s dead now. Maybe you know him by his stage name: Divine.”

I literally started SCREAMING OUT LOUD with belly laughter. I paid my check and hugged him and told him he just made my gottddamned day. Lemme tell you, I could not get to my cell phone fast enough to call my sister and tell her that some ol’ Silverlake queen had just thought a picture of her was a picture of Divine. She belly laughed as long and as hard and with as much pure joy as I did.

Jenny is GODDESS.