Confessions of a Shopaholic
We survived Hurricane Irene! Our neighborhood doesn’t seem like it was affected. There were a bunch of leaves in the street this morning when we peeked outside but no branches and thankfully no trees down. Barney is okay!
We checked in on our friends and family and everyone was okay, despite the flooding on Staten Island.
It’s gloomy in the aftermath of the storm, but also beautiful. I woke up today refreshed from 10 hours of sleep (glorious!) and flipped open my laptop. I was ashamed to see three tabs open, each with loaded shopping carts. During the storm last night, I shopped around on my favorite sites and some new ones too. I am such a sucker for coupons. Every time I see a good coupon, I feel compelled to buy stuff just for the “savings.”
I’m a recovering shopaholic since April 2011.
Before ST and I got married, I had the most horrendous spending habits. Since laundry was my most loathsome chore (even the drop-off service), I only did it once per month. Rather than doing laundry more often, I’d just go out and buy more clothes. I have tons of dresses, tops, pants, and shoes that I’ve only worn once (who am I, Paris Hilton?).
This is what my side of our closet looks like:
Making Meatballs during Hurricane Irene
Today has been super gloomy. I woke up at 6:45 am because Bloomberg’s robots called me yet again. This time, it was Chancellor Walcott assuring me that I’d get paid for working at the evacuation centers. Great – where do I clock in?
I’m pretty sure my time is better spent at home with ST this weekend.
Most of the day has looked like this:
And most of the day, we looked like this:
Hurricane Irene Hysteria
Mayor Bloomberg sure has a sense of humor. He took away our raises in exchange for not laying off teachers. Then, he proposed layoffs anyway. When that didn’t work, he criticized us in the media, blaming everyone but his own bureaucracy for the dysfunction in NYC schools.
Now, he has robots harassing us, forcing us to “volunteer” at hurricane evacuation centers. Estás loco, Bloomberg. Go call your friends for help – I’m not one of them.
Anyway. After work today ST picked me up and we went to Lowe’s to refill our propane tank. Surprisingly, Lowe’s was out of propane. Great minds think alike, I guess. Fortunately Home Depot was only a 5 minute drive away and they had a few tanks left. It was more expensive but ST’s piece of mind is worth the extra $5.
