Sugar and Shopping Highs
I went on a massive spending spree today. So bad. I think the gods are conspiring against me. They won't let me save money.
First, there was a liquidation sale at this little dinky store. Last day. Everything must go. It was nearly empty when we walked in. Almost everything had already been grabbed up. I told the kids, "If you see something you like, just grab it. Just grab!" Yes, shopping turns me into that woman. I quickly rifled through everything, tossing anything that was deemed "decent" into my basket. I got a huge bag of stuff-- toys and makeup-- for only $3 and change. It was almost enough to send me running back through the store, but the kids wanted to move on.
There was a sale on winter coats, so we headed off coat shopping next. This is where the difference between The Boy and The Girl are most apparent. The Girl will quickly disregard anything I say because I'm old and old people don't know anything. Never mind that each and every time I suggested she buy something and she refused it, she'd find all of the girls sporting that very thing in the coming months. Then she'd beg for it. Evil child. The Boy, on the other hand, generally likes what I like. We both gravitate towards the same colors. We have similar styles. It's easy to shop for him. This is the only time we aren't snarling at each other, I think.
Today was no exception. We, of course, have to get The Girl's coat first. I suggest this cute pink jacket. It was fashionable, big name label, one of my younger cousins-- whom she worships-- has almost the same coat. It was even pink. She loves pink. Did she like the coat? No. Later on, when she decided that she did like it, after all, it was gone. Some little girl swooped in and carried it off. I suggested this lovely dark gold coat to her and got an "Oh, gawd!" for my troubles. I forced her to try it on-- it almost exactly matched her hair-- and showed her how it brightened up her skin and made her eyes glow. That sold her. And it only took an hour of muttered threats.
Then we went off to get The Boy's coat. I saw this funky looking coat with an unusual zipper. Showed it to him. He loved it. We got it. Took less than a minute. No threats. And there was much rejoicing. Yay!
I had a coupon for my music club dealie at the music store, so off I ran to pick up something. I was determined to buy Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It's one of my favoritest movies ever and I just had to have it. They had several special editions, but I pushed those aside and saw it. The Collector's Edition. On sale. $20. I snatched that bad boy up and ran to the cashier. Today, I got Mr. Sum 41. I like Mr. Sum 41. He's a good kid. I find out from Mr. Sum 41 and the manager that they all hate, and mock behind his back (you think I'm there too much?), that it's not supposed to be on sale, but since it was tagged with the wrong sticker, they have to honor it. Woo! The original price? $40. I got it half off. I did a happy dance on out of there and decided that I'd better go home before I spent all of my savings.
Did I mention that I finally found the ass flakes? Oh, yeah. Thank you, Whole Foods! I also got a workout dvd that has not only yoga and pilates on it, but also a balance ball workout. Yes, I will actually do it. Maybe.
Stay tuned for the ass flake report some time this week.
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