- I always say shopping is cheaper than a psychiatrist.
No, really. This is not a good thing.
Today, I was feeling upset while running errands. So I started browsing Target. Newsflash: I hate shopping. It's exhausting, frustrating, and everything either costs too much or wasn't made to fit my boobs and my hips. Gah. But I was actually enjoying myself? Weirdness.
I stopped to look at purses. Lustily. Bad sign numero uno.
I found a scarf. On sale. It was soft--like super snuggle-and-put-me-to-sleep-soft. And plaid. I bought it. Bad sign numero dos.
The clincher? I bought a pair of shoes. Shoes. Super cute, cheap, target shoes but SHOOOES!!! Previously, I HATED SHOES. I preferred torture to shoe shopping and now I was buying them not only of my own free will but with a smile on my face?? What is the world coming to???
I have fallen into the clutches of Retail Therapy. God save us all.
