Thursday, January 25, 2007
sometimes i worry...
Sawyer and I went to the mall today. I'm looking for stuff for the pageant, and particularly an outfit for this orientation on Saturday, first impression gear, ya know? Anyway, I didn't really find what I was looking for, but that certainly doesn't mean I didn't buy anything. Granted I only spent like $67 dollars, but the feeling that I got each time I passed the plastic over was so frighteningly satisfying. I am starting to worry about myself, and that I am a shopaholic that just hasn't had sufficient resources for her addiction to come out. I bought a really cute business card holder that was originally $26 and I got it for $7.80! I can hear Matt right now "ya gotta spend it to save it, don't ya, princess?" Whatever that means. jk. And my $45 jeans were only thirty, and the really, really cute $34 shirt rang up as $24, so it isn't like I'm out of control. It just felt so good, and that was a little weird. I've heard it said somewhere that shopping for women is like porn for guys, it activates the same endorphins that make it just as addicting. Kinda scary to me because I don't want to be one of those pathetic women who are always shopping to fill some void in their lives. Anyway, what else? Oh, I'm the young women's basketball coach in our ward, and my girls won their first game tonight, despite my lack of coaching skills. I was all excited to come home and watch Earl & the Office, but they were old, so that sucked, then my parents came over to visit, and it was nice to see them. I cannot get enough of this book I'm reading, I Know This Much Is True. The language is actually appalling, I'm not really recommending it to people because I don't want to offend anyone, but the story is so well woven, shocking at times, and I guess technically it should be depressing, but it isn't for some reason. It is so good. It's over 800 pages long and thank goodness because it's one that I am sure I will slow down reading along at the end just to make it last longer. Come to think of it, that's what I'm going to go do now. Bye.
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