confessions of a shop-a-phobic and other midnight ramblings

Hope everyone had a lovely holiday- I went home to Louisiana and it was cold as hell.

Relatively speaking of course... I've adapted to Florida quite well.  No one ever threw their back out shoveling sunshine, if you know what I mean.

Whenever I go back (lately it's been once a year) my mom always takes me shopping.  I think it's because I never give her a Christmas list.  We hit up the pre-Christmas sales and I think I almost had a mental breakdown in the dressing room of the Loft because I couldn't decide whether or not I liked a black and gray cardigan with the faintest of cheetah prints.  I wanted to like it (because, seriously who wouldn't??) but I think I literally sat behind that locked door for 15 minutes while my mom tried to convince me from the other side how cute it was and how she'd get it for me.  Reluctantly, I let her, knowing full well I wasn't happy with it.  Which is dumb because it was just a stupid cardigan.  Which makes me think there might be some underlying issues about myself that I can't pinpoint because I felt utterly depressed walking out of there with that little tissue-paper filled bag.

And then we went to the White House Black Market, where I never shop because I can't afford it and I live 6 days a week in khakis and polo shirts anyway.  Which is super lame but very practical.  Lord help me if I dripped oil or avgas on a $60 shirt.  JCPenney special all the way, baby!

I found my groove at WHBM and finally succumbed to the fact that half my closet is composed of black and white clothes and I should just quit trying and give up on color, period.  Let's just say that the little cheetah print cardigan is returning from whence it came.  My friend Sunnykef gave me some absolutely delicious earrings for Christmas too and I'm wearing them every chance I get.  Seriously, look at these things!  

I'd never pick them out for myself, but if they didn't weight about 3 lbs apiece I'd wear them to work out in, too.  And to work, if my headset would fit over them.  But any other time- bring it!  Housework?  Sure, these earrings make swiffering and cleaning the toilet much more fun!  (Actually, I don't clean the toilet, Scot does... but I'm not letting him wear my earrings.  I'd have to pierce his ears to do that and I hate blood and needles, and even if we did get that far I wouldn't be able to even laugh at him wearing them because I'd be passed the efff out on the bathroom floor.  Assuming the piercing takes place in the bathroom.  Normally I don't pass out on the bathroom floor for other circumstances.  Except last year's Mardi Gras party, but you'll have to check with him about that because I don't remember...good god MAKE ME STOP TALKING).

Anyway.

I'm damn lucky to have a guy who takes toilet duty.  AND cat litter box duty.  Heh heh.  Dooty.

Anyway.

I shouldn't blog in the middle of the night.

Now that my train of thought has left the station without me...I think what I was trying to say is that I got some kick-ass ear bling.  Alrighty then.  I also got 2 decorative wine stoppers, which must mean my family thinks I drink a lot.  I say, define "a lot!"  

Oh, that reminds me, I have a new found obsession with Rose (not, ROSE rose, but "Rose-AY"- like the sparkling wine?  I don't know how to type accents, sue me.)  I must purchase some for New Years, without the repeat of the consequences of downing a whole bottle of champagne (see "Christmas Party Oh-Twelve" aka, the post before this.)   It's probably a million dollars a bottle though- one glass cost me 12 bucks when Sunnykef and I went out over Christmas.  But it's bubbly and pink (one might call it rose-colored!) and delicious.  

Scot's stuck in Punta Gorda tonight being a hero and all and fixing an airplane so I'm getting in some quality time with you fine folks.  He got us annual passes to Walt Disney World for Christmas-which I am totally over the moon about, remember what I said about the end of the world last post?  Toldja.  But I'm super excited and am trying to decide to take him to Epcot first or MGM studios (Or Hollywood studios, whatever.  It'll always be MGM to me!)  I don't know if Tower of Terror is a good kickoff to his Disney indoctrination though.  We'll see.  

Have a fun and safe Happy New Year, and don't blow yourself up! (it's the new "Don't shoot your eye out," it'll catch on, wait and see)