My weekend was one of those low-key
barely do anything but spend all the money in the world kind of weekends.
For the first time in a while Kh
and I went out for drinks and dinner. But mostly drinks Friday night. I had a
beer, and some wine. Beer = not such a good idea for me. Throwing up all night
is awesome.
I have a gluten intolerance. I love beer more than I could ever love a child born from my own womb, but I can't drink it. And GF beer makes me want to hurl just thinking about it.
Saturday I had a bazillion little
work related things to do, and barely slept Friday night. Which translates to..
I took a nap in the afternoon. Boooya. It was pretty great, I must admit.
After my sleeping beauty goal was
complete, we went to Target to pick up “all those things” that we had been
running out of but refused to make trips to the store for. Those few things
turned into a cart load of money symbols dancing around.
It never fails. I always end up
buying the same few things when I go to Target. Panties, and makeup. Sometimes
I mix it up and buy a shirt, dress, or pants. But generally panties and some
form of makeup makes it’s way into my basket.
You’d think my dresser would be
overrun with panties at this point, but I think someone in the apartment below
me monitors when I’m doing my laundry and steals some of them out of the dryer.
Pantie thief! I still can’t find my favorite black pair from my last Target
excursion.. Oh well, look at the cute Spring colors I have now to replace them.
It was time for me to replace my
favorite pink and red lipstick as well.
I was a bit disappointed in their
clothing selection. How is that no matter what level of self love you have for
yourself at the point in which you cross the threshold into a Target dressing
room, it’s ripped away from you the second you look at yourself in the changing
room mirrors? I also felt real old shopping in the Juniors section and over
hearing this conversation.
“Ok, like you totally have to pick
out clothes for me, and I’ll totally pick out clothes for you. You know what I
mean?”
“Totally.”
I always try things on, and then
think it over before buying them. I’m liking the striped dress and the floral
one.
Lets just skip right to Sunday. I
made Kh leave the house early, we grabbed coffee and egg sandwiches at our
favorite café then did the most horrible thing in the world.. Grocery shopping
at Trader Joes on a Sunday morning. Even early, it was terrible. Everyone turns
into savage beasts when trying to get their bags of broccoli, and their
bananas.
We survived. And went shopping..
again. This time, I hated it but Kh was real into it.
I realized one thing; peplum shirts
make my boobs look ginormous. I even tried on one of those mesh insert peplum
shirts, which just made them even more gigantic. Bam!
But ended up getting these three shirts.
For under $40. And a pair of black skinny jeans, on sale for $19. I love being cheap.
Here's to another Monday.
xo
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