Amber + Clothes = Love
Went shopping last night. Skipped class to do so. Shouldn't be spending money. Did anyways. Almost run into husband after buying super cute sweater and scarf at Ann Taylor. See noticeable blue Carmax jacket and make a 180 hopping he doesn't see me and my overflowing Lerner bag. Go buy socks at Gap. Hang out in Gap for a bit to make sure he's gone. Amazingly only leave with socks. Walk back to center of mall to buy a Yankee candle (even though when I saw him he had just bought one--it's called an alibi for being at the mall). Get wonderfully scented fresh cut roses and leave mall. Pray that I beat him home. God listens. Hide scarf and one sweater. I saved a lot at Lerner, so I reason I can get away with those sweaters. Run downstairs just as he pulls in the driveway. He bought new sneakers. Laugh about both of us buying candles. Casually mention sweaters. Doesn't seem to care.
Why I feel the need to hide my shopping when he comes home with stuff now and then? No idea. I think it's something that has just been ingrained in me since birth. I remember sneeking stuff in with my mom. It's more fun that way. I like the little burst of adrenaline it gives me. I mean I work. I have money...sorta. And I did need new sweaters and they all were on sale. So it's cool.