look Ma, no net!

there's a fine line between Retail Therapy and trying to suppress your pain with buying things. i seem to be an expert tight-rope walker on this one.

i started my day yesterday, with getting my divorce paperwork signed in front of a notary. i expected more pomp and circumstance to this. alas, it was a let down. where's my blue-backed top-of-the-page attached fancy divorce paperwork? it's just regular paper. held with a clip.


anyway. still trying to blindly feel my way down the hallway of my emotions about this, i needed to exchange a christelmas present at the mall. i DID have the day off, why not get some real stuff done?


not finding a UPS store on my way to the mall, i opted to send it later. and headed straight to the mall.

i headed directly to my destination and had 2 things in mind for which i wanted to exchange my original item.

i immediately grabbed the earrings i was longing after... and then asked to see the ring that will replace my wedding ring. "i can always buy the ring later... i am not going to be wearing it for a few weeks... but i could just come back and buy the earrings later..." and then a moment of clarity passed over me.


"I'll take BOTH!"



(sidebar: a few weeks ago, i was talking to Angela about the Zen of Both. its our new take on life. why have either / or? have both! we deserve it. and it's really starting to take hold. from breakfast cereals to perfumes. cocktails to t-shirts... and we are attempting to live by our creed)

so. i now have both.

after leaving the Brighton store, it seemed that Victoria's Secret was having a killer sale as well. i do need more soap. no one should ever run out of soap. and they also had Angela's smell on sale too... and i need new undies... right? because 47 pairs isn't enough, right? Noah could come back, build an ark, and then the rain could start and end and i would STILL not run out of underwear. (and i don't care)

after not batting an eye at trying to melt my credit card at Victoria's Secret, i walked about 7 feet and was compelled into the Bath and Body Works store... with their promises of soapy germ-free goodness at yet another 5 for $15!

so...
more melted plastic later, i have to physically remove myself from the mall.


i realized after i left that since i am on my hardcore diet again, that i COULD have been drowning my sorrows in a bottle of scotch... or about 3 dozen cinnamon rolls (since when does food look like porn to me? gahhh!) i am replacing the usual vices with monetary depletion.




cut to today. for Angela's birthday, i thought it would be a good idea to make the trip to Florida for a few days and a few games. we will rent a convertible. we will have sand in our toes. we will watch baseball! why not go to a regular season game, you ask? because i am a Reds fan. and she is a BoSox fan. (yeah, i know. at least she's not a Spankees fan) and Spring Training is the only time MY team plays her team. and by "plays" i mean "beats the tar out of"...

the point of my baseball words was this. i bought our freaking GAMEDAY tickets today! if i worked at a desk, i would be a Chair Dancing fool!




and will someone PLEASE pry the credit card out of my hand? i either need to get wasted on cinnamon rolls or find another outlet for the emotions that i have going on.