The thoughts in my head at 3 a.m.:

Why, when at the store, do I always end up behind the one geriatric woman who has never before used the automated bank-card machine?

Why does fore-mentioned geriatric woman attempt to use the machine without reading any of the machine’s prompts or looking at the symbols that demonstrate how to effectively pay for her purchase?

I swear that the mentally retarded people I work with would use that machine faster than that old Biddie did. And they wouldn’t smell like moth-balls while doing it!

Why does my monkey wait until my face is mere inches away before unleashing a snot-sneeze?

Ms.B

Somebody stop me.

I only had the energy to hit one store after work, mostly due to the fact that I spent my break in the middle of the day searching through ebay and purchasing items to decorate a bathroom in the Haven. Found a lovely shower curtain for the midget tub as well as some towels and curtain hooks. It's gonna look so fine! But I degress. Back to the topic at hand: Me in a clothing store. I managed to find a bra. Woot! It was the most important purchase since my other bras are starting to lack the ability to hold my over-sized boobies in place.

**Sidenote: To all you girls out there who PAY good money to get titties, you are crazy! They are nothing but a pain in the neck, and the back, and the shoulders...**

Also found a couple of tops, two pairs of slacks, a jacket, and shoes. DH has not, as of yet, seen the shoes. If he does, I might just receive a scolding. We recently moved and I managed to fill two very large boxes with my footwear.

Ms.Behaved is gonna be styling now! Eat your heart out Fashion Police!

Retail Therapy

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DISCLAIMER: All Shopping-Aholics should be seated while reading this post. Ms.Behaved is not to be held liable if you should happen to fall over and hurt yourself.

Today,when the work shift is through, Ms.Behaved is going shopping.

Ms.B's Deep Dark Confession #2: I hate avoid shopping trips.

Most of the people I know, including the DH, are the exact opposite. A trip to the mall or local retail outlet brings a glint to their eye and happy endorphins surge through their bodies. I've never been much of a shopper. Not even as a teen in highschool when the "cool kids" spent all their free time mall hopping. I am what I refer to as a people watcher. When I am in a store I am fascinated by the goofy customers there. I couldn't care any less about the items on the shelf. Bliss is sitting in one spot and happily watch people fight over the last size 8 blouse or attempt to cram their feet into a shoe two sizes too small "because it is so HOT looking".

Unfortunatelly, if bras aren't purchased soon, I will become a cranky cranky woman. I can no longer be the observant bystander. I must actually SHOP!! pout And while I am there, I might as well see what else is available. After much time patiently listening to me bitch about having nothing to wear, the DH has commanded that I take the money I got for Christmas and buy buy buy. sigh

The things I do for love.