Love/Hate

Dear Tar-jay,

Why must we have a love/hate relationship?

I love you.

My wallet hates you.

Could you please fix this? ASAP.

MMmmmmkaythanks,
Lori

If you give a girl a scarf..

My name is Lori and I am a shopaholic.

Retail therapy is the best therapy. You see, when you're angry, shopping makes you smile. When you're nervous, shopping can calm you. The best retail therapy happens when you're sad, too. It not only gives you instant gratification, but it makes you feel just as good the next day because you're wearing something new. And not only can I shop, I can rationalize just about anything.

Well... Mommy dearest gave me a scarf. She bought it because scarves are the "in" thing. But she didn't like it, so she gave it to me. However, it's not really in my color scheme (I wear black, grey, white, and more black) and I just needed something to wear with it. I had the perfect outfit picked out-- crisp white button down and striking khaki's. Sounds good, right? Except the khaki's I was thinking about don't exist anymore. They were a casualty of the life of a teacher. They were washed with colored paper that bled all over the load.

What's a girl to do when she doesn't have what she wants to wear the next day? Shop. Duh.

So, if you give a girl a scarf, chances are, she's going to have to shop for new khaki's. When the store doesn't have her khaki's, she'll need a second choice. When the second choice involves a different cami, chances are she'll have to find a new one. When she finds the top she's looking for, she'll look for a new scarf to go with it. The new scarf will be in the coat section. If she heads to the coat section, she'll probably find a new coat that she just has to have because her old coat is black and her beloved Zoey is white. And of course, the coat will just make her want a new scarf.

I still need those khaki's. Damn.

A Really Happy Hour..

I went out to a happy hour with Ashley over at Ashley's Antics. We had a TOTAL blast. But a word of caution, ladies: if you ever head out with her, be prepared to make bad choices. We're talking two glasses of wine and having to spend an hour and a half in Marshall's in order to let the little buzz wear off.

Oh, and.. shopping in Marshall's after you've had two glasses of wine.. let's just say your judgement is a little off and any filter you had to keep you from making fun of an outfit? It's gone out the window.

Also, Ashley has a difficult time reading. She can't tell the men's room from the ladies' room. As in, she walked IN to the guys' bathroom only to find a man talking on the phone on the pot. She immediately walked out. We laughed a long time about that one.

And... she'll put a big, fat, mu mu in your clothes to try on and then giggle endlessly while you're trying clothes on. Then plead ignorance when you call her out on it.

As we were leaving, we vowed never to let 7 months pass without seeing each other. I seriously love this girl AND she now lives like 15 minutes closer and only 5 away from my school--- yay!

Random

Today is going to be pretty random. For that, I apologize. Here goes....

• I'm not scrooge anymore. Hubby decorated my laptop by adding a holiday background.
• Hubby made me clean up Little Dog's leg after he made her poop on herself. (he was running and made her start running before she was, ugh, done)
• I haven't even started Christmas shopping. Oops.
• I just thought of a great gift for my dad and hubby shot it down. Here I was all set to get my Christmas shopping started.
• I've been sick for two days, so I think that explains my foul mood and relatively negative posts prior to this.
• I'm thinking of hosting a giveaway because that seems to be the only way to really find out who is stalking reading my blog.