Hi, I'm Emily And I'm A Shopaholic

I guess today wasn't the exciting adventure I thought it was going to be. I ended up waking up at 9am, eating everything in sight, then curling up on the couch with "A Baby Story" blaring in the background, and falling back to sleep from 10am until just after 12. Sheesh-- when I'm not working, I'm such a bum.

When I woke up again, all I did was eat and procrastinate (surprise surprise) until the point when I couldn't stand the rat's nest in my hair enough to force me to finally get into the shower to start my day. By then it was almost 3:30pm. My bright idea of getting an early start on the day had failed. Oh well.

So I got ready and then headed out to the mall to make some returns. A couple of weeks ago I'd bought three really cute pairs of jeans, but since then I've lost a little bit of weight, so when I wore one of the pairs recently I realized the big saggy ass part of the pants looks ridiculous on me, and I wanted to get rid of the other two pairs I'd not worn. I'm glad to be getting smaller, don't get me wrong, but it's really annoying to be in between sizes right now. It makes shopping (one of my favorite activities, I'm kind of ashamed to say) and looking presentably cute almost disastrously impossible.

Then I went to the sometimes sexy/sometimes trashy/always overpriced underwear store to check out the giant sale they're having, and instead of glancing at the frilly underpants and walking away, I ended up spending a hundred bucks. I felt a little guilty as I left the cash register with my huge pink-and-white bag, but not guilty enough to turn around and return it all. I mean come on, I know I have too much crap already and that I really don't need any more pricey undergarments and it's all just going to come off as soon as I put it on anyway, but I really like buying things, and I haven't been feeling too hot about myself lately, and my butt really does look cute in some of the stuff I picked out...

And then I went home. No more damage to my wallet, please! And now here I am. I just finished dinner with my folks and suffered through a riveting discussion of "what's going to happen to the house when my parents retire and move to Florida" followed closely by the emotional lighting of a yarzheit candle for the first anniversary of my uncle Robert's death.

Phew. For a day that'd supposedly had nothing too much happening in it, a lot seemed to have happened. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.