This past weekend my hubby had to witness something very ugly. You know the Lenten promise I made, yeah, it has some physical ramifications.
This weekend I went into TJ Maxx, aka. My Drug of Choice. I needed to buy a foam roller for some sore muscles. I knew that they had some nice yoga and fitness supplies and a discounted price compared to sports stores. After much discussion we decided this falls under the necessity line item and not "fun shopping" My task: walk in, get roller, purchase (most important), then leave. Simple enough? Well, I walked into the store. I could have sworn there were little fairies singing around me. My nostrils flared, my pupils dilated, my heart physically beat quicker. I had the shakes. The clothes had the new-clothes smell, the flesh-colored patent shoes seemed more shiny then usual. The Bento boxes were discounted and stacked so pretty. The sunglasses looked a little rosier. The hair products promised more. I was a mess. Sadly, I'm getting excited just typing this update. After an excruciating 10 minutes of virtual shopping, I found my roller, bought it, and left.
I'm sick. I know. Don't judge.