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Posted Dec 14 2008 12:12am

When the Husband’s Away

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When the husband’s away I do crazy things—like go out and do the kind of shopping that makes owning a mini van respectable.

I am not one to buy things and hide them from my husband. There is no sneaking Bloomingdale’s Big Brown Bags up the stairs and pushing them into the back of my closet. This is partly because I have such a small closet that the bags don’t fit in there. It’s also partly that I have such a guilt complex about overindulging in impulse purchases that I have to take the scorn head on.

Although, sometimes, I can still fit a few things under the bed.

I love shopping because it is like Christmas morning–except you kind of know what’s in the packages. Of course, that is if you can remember all the stuff you bought that day.

I like the part of rediscovering my newfound treasures. In a sea of bulging Target bags, I relish pulling each new purchase out and congratulating myself on such a terrific shopping decision. It’s always fun to do this with a friend, and sometimes that friend is my husband. You can imagine how much he appreciates this.

He especially likes the part when I come home with 4 or 5 pairs of shoes.

Oh, and my husband’s away a lot, and he’s probably reading this right now.

When the Husband’s Away

images-1.jpeg   images-2.jpeg

When the husband’s away I do crazy things—like go out and do the kind of shopping that makes owning a mini van respectable.

I am not one to buy things and hide them from my husband. There is no sneaking Bloomingdale’s Big Brown Bags up the stairs and pushing them into the back of my closet. This is partly because I have such a small closet that the bags don’t fit in there. It’s also partly that I have such a guilt complex about overindulging in impulse purchases that I have to take the scorn head on.

Although, sometimes, I can still fit a few things under the bed.

I love shopping because it is like Christmas morning–except you kind of know what’s in the packages. Of course, that is if you can remember all the stuff you bought that day.

I like the part of rediscovering my newfound treasures. In a sea of bulging Target bags, I relish pulling each new purchase out and congratulating myself on such a terrific shopping decision. It’s always fun to do this with a friend, and sometimes that friend is my husband. You can imagine how much he appreciates this.

He especially likes the part when I come home with 4 or 5 pairs of shoes.

Oh, and my husband’s away a lot, and he’s probably reading this right now.

This entry was written by Mermaid and posted on March 14, 2008 at 6:12 am and filed under Mermaid with tags Bloomingdale's, Shopping, Target. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.
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