Size reduction will turn you into a shopping junkie


I just picked up a Christmas present for Myke, which will remain a secret until xmas eve. Then an ad popped up with a very cute shirt and I said “Wow! That’s really affordable.” before immediately scrolling past because nothing ever fits anymore. Then I remind myself “Hey sister, ‘anymore’ was actually a couple years ago now. Go look at the measurements!” So I do and I realize hot damn! I can get that freaking frilly black affordable shirt. Free shipping! Jazz hands in delight powerful enough to scare the cats away. It might be dangerous that I can purchase stuff like this again.Thankfully it’s cheap!

In other inane rambling: My current time waster is 90 Day Fiance. I admit it, i got hooked two seasons back. So I can’t help but say I hope it’s fake, because Luis is one of the biggest morons and douches I’ve watched and wanted to smack the smile off of. Granted, the two weren’t really thinking things through clearly if they met while she was on vacation partying and he doesn’t seem to understand what marrying a woman with kids mean or how long it takes a lot of kids to even warm up to new people in their parent’s life. That aside (because there’s so much that can be said about both of them and I’d hate to waste too much energy on a fictional “reality” show) that whole bit about the evilness of the Buddha heads, owls, and candles actually made me want to reach into the television and smack him or the show producer who came up with that angle. But I did enjoy the following bitch slap back about hypocrisy. I guess this is sort of the point. “You are crazy. You has period.” So many poor penises have suffered for such comments to an upset woman when you’re the one driving her crazy. Still, for an hour I can step back from my life and my shortcomings and be all judgy about someone else’s real or producer manipulated life and then forget about it when I turn the show off. Of course I am guilty of occasionally turning to Myke and bitching about something from the show, to which he gives me his best “And we’re supposed to care why?” look of patience and sweetly lets me ramble a moment. In my defense I’m much better with these shows than my Flava Flav VH1 days.