Therapy

Well, I stumbled into a little therapy session today.
Retail therapy.
I took Andrew to help out my brother in his house - he's earning a little money to help pay for a youth group overnight that's coming up soon. And I went shopping.
There's this pair of shoes (of course) that I saw, like, six weeks ago and I haven't been able to let go of them in my mind. I also haven't been able to set aside the pittance that they cost at Ross...you know....vacations, birthdays, etc....and I decided I'd get them tonight before somebody else does.
I was secretly hoping they were on sale, but they weren't. And I still bought them. And also another pair of shoes that called out to me, peeking their shiny brown, mary-jane-strapped, flower-side-buttoned selves out from under a shelf.
And I bought a suit. It was in my size, which never happens for those of us whose clothes need a "p" on the size tag. And it was on clearance.
And I bought two pairs of pants, also in my size. No hemming required.
And I feel really guilty. I will be in trouble if I run out of grocery money next week, but hopefully I can just sneak the new stuff into my stash, and hubby will never know.
Hopefully.
But it was fun.
And now the fun must end. I am going to be a responsible citizen and watch the Presidential Debate. It's not going to change my mind, but I still think I should watch it.
Even though it's totally going to kill my shopping buzz.

DAILY BLISS: birthday cake for lunch and a late-night cup of decaf coffee