I have no idea what the title of this post means, except it’s been a long week and I’ve pumped myself full of caffiene just to stay upright at my desk. And there is really no hope of a good post today.
But I will share with all three of you lovely readers my companion this morning. It’s an AMAZING summer music mix from Wood of Sweet Juniper, who is categorically hipper and has much better taste than myself. Listen and be happy!
I’m a freak about money. A total freak. It’s not that I know anything about financing or saving or anything having to do with managing one’s assets, I just know that spending money means less money for me. So I’m a freak. I obesses over every single purchase I make and I never, NEVER, buy anything without asking at least 10 people if I think I should, then waiting a few days to make sure I really want it. I don’t even go to Target anymore, because their strategically placed materials tempt me to buy things I don’t need like tiny packages of Wet Ones (I should get some, germs are bad) and light-up key chains (how convenient if you have to find your keys in the dark) and all of the cheap shoes (who cares if they’re horribly uncomfortable and fall apart in 17 days). I’m constantly checking our online bank account, then calling Trent to discuss his online purchases, scolding him for his lack of thought when splurging on a computer what’s-it. I once pined over the purchase of a bottle of perfume for days, long enough that my travel buddy finally had to pull me aside and tell me that I MUST PURCHASE THE PERFUME as I’d been obessing about it so long and it was driving her crazy. Celebrate Megan-dom, she said.
Yesterday I celebrated Megan-dom. In the worst way. T-shirts are good. Online temptation is bad.
He may not dance or sing, but he has very soft hair. Freakishly soft, like petting a bunny or a koala bear. And when I woke up this morning, he was sleeping on the floor outside of our daughter’s room because she’d been up all night teething. He stayed there so I could get some sleep. Worth much more than dancing or singing.
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Shopping for baby clothes at Old Navy is just sickeningly addictive. They always seem to be having a sale on baby clothes, and how could you not buy this!
It says “My Mommy’s a Rockstar!” though you can’t really tell in this pic….oh and this!
Gaaahhhh! I feel myself wanting to purchase more already! And don’t even get me started on the PINK-camoflage skirt….which I can’t find online, but is seriously the cutest thing ever.
Oh, and I managed to purchase myself some hip, new cargo capris…which I didn’t try on until I got home and realized they are the exact same color as my skin. Which looks really creepy.
