I went out and bought stuff.
On Wednesday, I picked up two pairs of White Sierra shorts on sale for $20 bucks from Campmor. I already have three. I like them because they don't ride up when I move and they have three pockets that make them perfect for all the stuff I carry when walking Toby: dog treats, rolled-up newspaper plastic for poop bags, cell phone, and an air horn to scare away bears or the occasional aggressive, off-leash dog. (Sometimes I wonder if I should just drag the rolling suitcase down the street).
I did not buy the pens on Thursday, thinking the printer ink and the unplanned purchase of the desk chair were quite enough. But my pen addiction had been activated and on my way home from work on Friday, the car suddenly swerved off the highway and back into the Staples parking lot. I went in and bought a three-pack of the "black-infused-with-color" Jetstreams.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention the Mary Kay skin products I have been denying myself for a long time because they were pricey, and used them immediately to exfoliate the old and uncover the new.
And this morning, Ken walked into the den where I was sitting on my chartreuse chair where I was writing and asked, "Where did you get those cute little boxes?"