Thursday, September 8, 2011

I might be having an identity crisis, but the purses are all Misty's fault

You need to know that I do not often buy things for myself.
I'm not a 'things' type of gal.
In fact, even when I need 'things,' it's torture for me to find 'things' that I like.
So when I receive birthday money, quite often it sits in a drawer in an envelope with my name on it and waits.
Sometimes for a very long time and then I decide that we need a basketball hoop and it goes towards that.
(I like the basketball hoop.)

A week ago last Monday (which reminds me that I still need to tell you our week ago last year story from the DMV that still makes me want to throw up when I think about it-anyway...), I decided that my pity party was over (in part, and in thanks, to you wonderful women who sent wonderful support and advice here and on FB-I am very grateful) and it was time for me to do something instead of moping around home. I had two items 'to do' on my list. One involved visiting the school and one the items pictured above.

That morning, after I couldn't get little mr. j's pictures printed off the computer before the bus came (he was student of the week and needed photos Monday morning to hang on the bulletin board and I procrastinated forgot), I knew I was going to have to go have to go out of the house.

I ended up going to the school at lunch time, gave his teacher the pictures and surprised little mr. j in the cafeteria. Then, the 'lunch buddy' couldn't stay to handle the second hour of duties, so I got to be the hero and stay to assist the kids as needed. It was great- I made some third grader laugh at a comment regarding my gratitude that whatever that wet thing was that he flung on me, I was thankful it wasn't snot.

Sunday, at church, Misty had a purse that I thought was very cute (see pic above- it was like the one with the design, but with a different design). She told me where she got it.

After not being snotted, I went to the place where she got it and found one similar and found another that I liked, and another, and another. Then I walked around the store with four bags on my arm trying to choose one and finding other nonessential items that I wanted.

I sent her a text and said, "Thanks a lot, Misty. I can never find a purse that I really like and now I've found four and I can't choose."
She sent a text back.
And then I think I called her.
I can't remember if the rest of the conversation was via text or if we were talking. I think we were talking.

Anyway, she said, "Get 'em all."

And my universe shifted.
I was out of the house. I was by myself. And I could buy four purses if I wanted.
So I did and it's all Misty's fault.
S'not mine.

Disclaimer: I was at a discount store! There's no way I would buy four bags full retail, even if they were on sale!

And: miss s and my mother are coveting the blue ruffled one, you may as well.


  1. S'not mine. hahahahahaha
    Good for you. Shopping therapy can be the best kind for a mom who has an empty home. It works for me. :)

  2. May I have the blue ruffley purse when you die? :) I see a Ross tag... I'm going to mine, and see if they have one. It is a doorbell! (adorable)

  3. Is it wrong that I now think I *need* the one with the colored design on it? After all, it would hide a lot of snot, would it not?

    (Misty just started something...let's all head to Ross!)

  4. The one thing that would be nice about having kids in school (which I haven't experienced yet, mind you) is that I could do some retail therapy without worrying about what my little kidlets have broken :)

  5. I'm a fan of the red one personally. WAY TO GO GIRL!!! Way to go a head and buy them all. LOL!

  6. Love it!

    (And by the way... have you ever heard that little ditty? "When your kissing with your honey and your nose is kinda runny and you think it's kinda funny but itsnot...")


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