We are buried inside under several inches of snow, single digit temperatures, and gusty blowing winds. Your basic blizzard. It is cozy but I am feeling some cabin fever. A few days ago, my parents watched the girls while I went out BY MYSELF to do some Christmas shopping. The stars aligned and Dean got home from work early to relieve them and I stayed out another few hours. That's right, people, I had FOUR HOURS of alone time. Time to cruise Target's One Spot. Time to comb the clearance racks. I was almost euphoric. I actually tried things on instead of buying them and returning them when they didn't fit. It was fantastic.
I spotted the Goodwill store next to Target on my way out and spent the next hour and a half nosing around there. I shook off my willies at the thought of other people touching things and tried to use my imagination. I don't know why I can purchase half of Frankie's wardrobe at garage sales, but buying something at Goodwill makes me want to buy stock in Purell. I got over it when I hit the book section though. I bought about twenty books for Frankie and promptly wrapped them right up for Christmas. Add one wooden train to the mix and we have ourselves a checked off list.
Then I ruined Dean's Christmas by buying a wooden dresser and a coffee table that will require priming and painting during all of his nonexistent free time. He just LOVES when I buy dilapidated furniture that will sit in the basement for a few years until we give it BACK to Goodwill. What, a girl can't expect her husband to get up earlier than 4:30 a.m. to do a few household projects? Get a work ethic.