All that and a bag O' chips!
At last-a weekend that DIDN'T suck. Actually, make that two in row.
Not that I did anything earthshaking or uber-cool. They just didn't suck. (some bar to raise, huh)
(and the Yankees beat the Red Sox...twice by over 10 runs both times-that's the bag o' chips)
I shopped shamelessly. One good thing about stress-it makes me thin. I fit into all of my clothes that last year's bloat season rendered obsolete. My leather pants! I had to glue-gun the hem though. But they fit!
And I splurged on not one, not two, but 4 cashmere sweaters. I unabashedly love cashmere sweaters. And a tweed pencil-skirt-size yippeeekyyaaaayyymuthafuckaSIX and Stuart Weitzman velvet spikeheeled pumps-to die for. (if you are a shoe freak that is)
Unapologetic I am. I love clothes. I love shoes. Guilt is a useless emotion sometimes.
And all the pretty summer flowers in front of my house have been trimmed and plucked and I'm ready for mums. I love flowers too.
And I even got my closet organized from summer to fall. And I worked out, visited with my inlaws, had a visit from my niece and her two adorable little guys, made plans to hang out with them next Friday night and to go pumpkin picking on Columbus Day, and also got tickets for the Saturday after Thanksgiving to the Radio City Christmas Show with my sister and bro in law and their daughter, my niece.
It feels so good to not have that awful exhausting gloom choking me. Makes me a little leary of where it went or why it's gone and when will it be back, but for now, it's gone.
Oh, and I don't think I'm in a manic stage, I just feel normal....I was able to sleep normally, and I'm not running around all crazed. Geez. How sick is it to think you're manic when you're just not depressed?
ps...I didn't overspend either even though it may seem that way...I had the dinero for the clothers...I'n NOT MANIC!!!!! (or am I)????
Not that I did anything earthshaking or uber-cool. They just didn't suck. (some bar to raise, huh)
(and the Yankees beat the Red Sox...twice by over 10 runs both times-that's the bag o' chips)
I shopped shamelessly. One good thing about stress-it makes me thin. I fit into all of my clothes that last year's bloat season rendered obsolete. My leather pants! I had to glue-gun the hem though. But they fit!
And I splurged on not one, not two, but 4 cashmere sweaters. I unabashedly love cashmere sweaters. And a tweed pencil-skirt-size yippeeekyyaaaayyymuthafuckaSIX and Stuart Weitzman velvet spikeheeled pumps-to die for. (if you are a shoe freak that is)
Unapologetic I am. I love clothes. I love shoes. Guilt is a useless emotion sometimes.
And all the pretty summer flowers in front of my house have been trimmed and plucked and I'm ready for mums. I love flowers too.
And I even got my closet organized from summer to fall. And I worked out, visited with my inlaws, had a visit from my niece and her two adorable little guys, made plans to hang out with them next Friday night and to go pumpkin picking on Columbus Day, and also got tickets for the Saturday after Thanksgiving to the Radio City Christmas Show with my sister and bro in law and their daughter, my niece.
It feels so good to not have that awful exhausting gloom choking me. Makes me a little leary of where it went or why it's gone and when will it be back, but for now, it's gone.
Oh, and I don't think I'm in a manic stage, I just feel normal....I was able to sleep normally, and I'm not running around all crazed. Geez. How sick is it to think you're manic when you're just not depressed?
ps...I didn't overspend either even though it may seem that way...I had the dinero for the clothers...I'n NOT MANIC!!!!! (or am I)????