I indulge in retail therapy when I am not feeling all is right with the world. I also don’t enjoy birthdays’s anymore. They are an underwhelming event at my house. I think it is because my husband doesn’t really pay attention or make them special in anyway…so neither do my kids. I would just like a birthday cake with candles and maybe a card. Is that to much to ask? A good friend at work has her her birthday the day after mine. Do you know how hard it is to hear what her husband has planned for her today? AND he sent her flowers at work…in front of EVERYONE, like a public display of affection. Hmm…I guess this bothers me much more than I ever let on.
Which brings me back to my retail therapy… I managed to buy myself something, when really I should not have. College tuition has once again consumed our monetary lives…and I really don’t like it. So, lets all say a little collective prayer that I hit the lottery. Ok, I am kidding. Umm…really I am.