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and there was much cursing
Nov. 25th, 2006 12:01 amSo, being a not-very-bright Sabine this morning, I decided that, by Darwin, I was getting some new pretty clothes to wear on the cruise. I figures that I was due for my yearly Pair Of Jeans Without Holes and I should pick up my non-broken set of frames from the optometrist. As I was getting ready to head out the door, I forgot to take Black Friday crowds under consideration as I gathered the amount of patience I thought I would need.
Oh my holy Darwin, was that a bad idea.
I scored some very pretty clothing for less money than I'd been prepared to drop, but it SO wasn't worth it. I explored new places in my vocabulary that I'm sure would have made a lovely phone post had I not decided that I wouldn't be adding to the fuckwittery of the drivers in and around the Maul by being on my cell phone.
After successfully navigating my way out of that circle of Hell, I decided that I deserved a pedicure. I mean, I'm going to be on a cruise tomorrow night and my feet were looking pretty darn pathetic. Yes, I can rationalize unnecessary purchases just as well as my husband can. No, dear, a pedicure does not have the same fiscal impact as an extra box of Pirates boosters.
Borders was wonderful, giving me coffee, cookies, music, and books. I really shouldn't go in there as often as I do, but it's earned me one hell of a Holiday Savings Account there. I haven't decided if I'm just going to be bad and spend it on myself or be generous and buy gifts with it. Decisions, decisions. I'm also not allowed to go to Reaper's website any more. I have enough little pewter girlies to paint as it is: I do not need the temptation to get more, no matter how pretty they are.
A couple more loads of laundry, some tea, picking up a med refill, and throwing the last few things into the bag before the trip. Our flight leaves at 6:30 tomorrow morning and we'll be back to Mad-town next Thursday at 5:30 in the evening. I don't think we're taking a laptop with us, though the camera is definitely coming along for the ride. If something important occurs, drop me a note, otherwise I'm likely to not see it as I scroll back through several hundred flist posts next week.
Oh my holy Darwin, was that a bad idea.
I scored some very pretty clothing for less money than I'd been prepared to drop, but it SO wasn't worth it. I explored new places in my vocabulary that I'm sure would have made a lovely phone post had I not decided that I wouldn't be adding to the fuckwittery of the drivers in and around the Maul by being on my cell phone.
After successfully navigating my way out of that circle of Hell, I decided that I deserved a pedicure. I mean, I'm going to be on a cruise tomorrow night and my feet were looking pretty darn pathetic. Yes, I can rationalize unnecessary purchases just as well as my husband can. No, dear, a pedicure does not have the same fiscal impact as an extra box of Pirates boosters.
Borders was wonderful, giving me coffee, cookies, music, and books. I really shouldn't go in there as often as I do, but it's earned me one hell of a Holiday Savings Account there. I haven't decided if I'm just going to be bad and spend it on myself or be generous and buy gifts with it. Decisions, decisions. I'm also not allowed to go to Reaper's website any more. I have enough little pewter girlies to paint as it is: I do not need the temptation to get more, no matter how pretty they are.
A couple more loads of laundry, some tea, picking up a med refill, and throwing the last few things into the bag before the trip. Our flight leaves at 6:30 tomorrow morning and we'll be back to Mad-town next Thursday at 5:30 in the evening. I don't think we're taking a laptop with us, though the camera is definitely coming along for the ride. If something important occurs, drop me a note, otherwise I'm likely to not see it as I scroll back through several hundred flist posts next week.