This week somehow turned into 'shop 'til you drop' week. Let's recall the Barbie heels, and now add a new crossbody bag (found on sale), nude heels (ugh, I know, I hate myself too), a new hair dryer (20% off coupon from Ulta, don't-mind-if-I-do), about 2392 new hair and makeup items (jokes, try four), football tickets (war damn... yep, had to) and... an iPad.
I tried to defend the iPad purchase with some lame "school, travel, blahblahblah" excuse, but um, yeah, let's just admit it. I'm spoiling myself while I can and don't have to worry about things like electric bills or spending money on stamps (buying stamps for me feels like I should just open my window and toss out a $10 bill). It's addicting and fun and shiny and I like to just look at it and go, "oooohhhh, pretttttyyy" occasionally. (Sidenote: occasionally has too many double letters, which leads to me adding a double s and a double n all. the. time. It's like "double here, double this, why not?!" until spellcheck yells at me, because I'm nearly 20 years old and still spelling fifth grade spelling words wrong. Ugh.)
The iPad led to the iPad cover purchase (in pink, because I'm the resident twelve year old, 'member?) and apps on apps on apps. At one point last night, I found myself surrounded by my MacBook, iPhone, iPad and DSLR. In front of the television. I kinda hate myself. See also: technology addict. Nerd. Have I mentioned I'd like to add a new camera lens and an iPad stylus to the family?
Someone take all forms of money away from me, STAT. Like, last week.
Title: It's a Business Doing Pleasure with You. Timmmmyy McG.