yesterday was a ME DAY. it was fantastic. i got my hair done and i'm looking very malibu beach barbie bleach blonde. i'm obsessed.
then i went to a sandwich shop and an old Italian man with yellow armpit stains on his t-shirt winked at me.
then i went to target and spent $18 on dog bones. yes, that's real. how embarrassing. i also bought dryer sheets and brown wrapping paper and a t-shirt and cat food for Chanel and a bag of Easter-themed peanut m&ms. somehow it came out to $70. how is that possible?
then i went to TJ maxx and bought 2 pairs of jazzercize pants and root pump.
then i went to forever21 and bought an ADORABLE black and white little french looking dress that is to die for.
then i went to hollister to buy boyfriend jeans (i know) and the 16-year-old girl asked me if i wanted to sign up for e-mail reminders when they get new shipments. i was like NO! GIRL JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN BOYFRIEND JEANS I'M ALREADY EMBARRASSED ENOUGH TO BE A GROWN ASS WOMAN SHOPPING IN HOLLISTER.
then i went and bought JJ his birthday present. and now i'm in the poorhouse. indefinitely.
then i went home and packed for my trip to ARIZONA next week.
then i made dinner.
then i watched grey's anatomy and the office and parks and recreation.
then i waited until JJ got home from work.
i was quite satisfied with my day. THEN I REALIZED: WHAT A BORING DAY. THAT WAS THE DAY OF A MUNDANE HOUSEWIFE.