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BB&Be still my heart
Got to the office at noon. Left at four. Heheh. I could get used to those kind of hours. Upon leaving work, I drove straight to Bed Bath & Beyond. That little gifty card was burning a hole in my pocket.
Exercising restraint at BB&B is extraordinarily difficult. I seldom go in there just to browse because invariably I buy. When I do enter the store, I'm on a mission.
So today, to preserve my pocketbook, I had already made up my mind what to buy and proceeded directly to the kitchen gadget section. We need new utensils! We haven't bought decent spatulas and ladles and what-not since, well, probably since before spouse and I even met. I know for certain the soup ladle we used (until it broke a while back) was the soup ladle my mother let me have when I left home at age 18, and heaven only knows how long she'd had it before giving it to me. I chose the utensils, tossed them in the cart, and walked quickly to the checkout, keeping my head down and eyes on the floor. I was a good girl. Drat.
Spouse is lucky there isn't a Williams-Sonoma store around here, or a Pottery Barn. I get the catalogs. That's torture enough.
But now we have lovely new non-stick-cookware-friendly spatulas and slotted spoons and ladles and mixing spoons. *beam*
Exercising restraint at BB&B is extraordinarily difficult. I seldom go in there just to browse because invariably I buy. When I do enter the store, I'm on a mission.
So today, to preserve my pocketbook, I had already made up my mind what to buy and proceeded directly to the kitchen gadget section. We need new utensils! We haven't bought decent spatulas and ladles and what-not since, well, probably since before spouse and I even met. I know for certain the soup ladle we used (until it broke a while back) was the soup ladle my mother let me have when I left home at age 18, and heaven only knows how long she'd had it before giving it to me. I chose the utensils, tossed them in the cart, and walked quickly to the checkout, keeping my head down and eyes on the floor. I was a good girl. Drat.
Spouse is lucky there isn't a Williams-Sonoma store around here, or a Pottery Barn. I get the catalogs. That's torture enough.
But now we have lovely new non-stick-cookware-friendly spatulas and slotted spoons and ladles and mixing spoons. *beam*
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Such remarkable restraint...bet my husband wishes you could teach me some of that. Actually I'm not too bad unless he's been a mean so and so. Revenge shopping makes me naughty.
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Revenge shopping. Heh. That's evil. (files concept away for future reference)
I'm impressed