So, of course, yesterday I thought it was Tuesday. And yesterday even feels like it was three days ago, not one. So waking up realizing it was Friday was a bit trippy today. But really, really awesome at the same time.
I'm not going to talk about NaNoWriMo. Cause I don't want to admit anything or incriminate myself. And that's all I'm going to say. Moving on.
Last night, I started talking to Brad about shoes. I don't really remember why. No wait, I do. I mentioned that I had worked at my job for exactly two years. Something, something, something. And he asked how long it had been since I talked to my mom. Christmas day this year will be three years. He tells me I should BUY MYSELF SOMETHING TO CELEBRATE. Not celebrate the job. But celebrate not speaking to my mom. (Can you guess he doesn't really like my mom?) I said that I could really use some new shoes. Some boots specifically. I bought some cheap ones at Kohls and they hurt my feet. I saw some at ideeli that were Jessica Simpson on sale for $90 (from $180). But that I've never spent $100 on shoes before. I troll the sale isles digging for the cute shoes from last season. You know, when Dillard's marks them down then slashes them to 75% off? So, I have shoes that originally cost over $100, but I usually pay between $20-30.
So, he says, "We make plenty of money now, you can go shopping."
Gasp! I have permission.
It's like my checking account is this magical vault of gold and someone unlocked it and said, "Go on, take what you want." I fell asleep as my greedy little mind envisioned dancing boots and booties, new bras and cute sweaters.
I'm going to be in trouble.