Sunday, January 27, 2002

Shopping is fun!

I guess I’m not the only one who spends her husband’s pay check.

So what did I buy over this past week?  A lamp for Jenica’s room, in case she ever does move into her own room, heh—on clearance at Target for under $7.  No joke.  And it’s cute.  Sponges (er… the kind you clean sinks with, people), vaccum cleaner bags, Valentine’s Day cards (for friends, I haven’t picked one for my sweetie, yet), invitations and other birthday paraphenalia, photo frames, a down filled throw for the couch (heavenly…*sigh*), Tupperware, laundry detergent (because I’ve been too lazy to try to make my own), Lysol (I had that great coupon, eh?), and um… food.  Just, you know… groceries and stuff.

Oh yeah and I’m bidding on some cute Pottery Barn bedding for Jenica at Ebay, but I dunno if I’ll get it or not.  *shrugs*

I really, really, really wanted to buy some lip goopy stuff.  It’s a compulsion for me.  If I see colorfully fruity sticks of carnuba wax and artificial coloring, I have these… urges to buy.  Must… have… Bonnie Bell... Chapstick... Carmex...

So what the heck is my deal with lip balms?  I have a tube/vial/jar/stick of it in nearly every corner of the house.  I keep some in both bathrooms, my desk, the kitchen, both diaper bags, the car, my backpack, beside my bed, in coat pockets, pants pockets and in my makeup box.  I have a serious problem.  I am an addict and there’s nothing I can do about it.  Well, yes there is.  When I’m standing in the checkout line and I see a cute little boxed/bagged/ornately packaged set of lip gloss type stuff… I must force myself to avert my eyes and think thoughts that are not related to lip balm.  It’s difficult, but I usually manage.

Oh… but I lust.  I lust in my heart for the smooth, cooling sensation of Blistex from a newly opened container, the blue top still tight from lack of use.  Mmm… I can imagine myself slathering it on my lips, puckering up.  Mmm… then, with a small click, I recap it and stick it in my pocket.  OH!  But I have so many… I need not another tube of Softlips Cool Cherry, but it calls to me… sings it’s wickedly deceitful song.  “Come to me, Liberty,“ it whispers, “Suck in my sweetness and feel the softening effects of my mentholatum packed with emollients to help prevent chapping!“

*sigh*

I have resisted, thusfar.  The beast has not won the battle this week.  But next week?  Only time will tell.

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