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Sales racks fear me
The other evening, having coupons that added up to 25% off, Wonderful Husband and I raided Mervyn's. Well, technically we raided two Mervyn's since the first one didn't have anything to tempt me but a new pair of Reeboks (the old ones, currently on my feet, are in their last gasps of existence). But we both walked away with new clothing for the holidays and work in general. Almost all of mine were from the 60% off racks (the two exceptions being sweaters which had been mistakenly hung on the sales rack and which had the effect of actually making me feel attractive when I tried them on; thus, they got to come home with me). Nonetheless, I spent over $200 on clothing. My cheapskate hindbrain is wincing and whimpering and realizing that's better than a month's worth of pin money and I still have Christmas presents to buy.
But in any case, today I am actually wearing brand-new clothing, a pseudo-military denim jacket with lace on it and a new pair of trousers which were what the shopping expedition was theoretically all about anyway. And I am still freezing at work, which I really don't understand why. I am fully clothed, wearing long sleeves and denim. The building is not actually cold (except for the cremains room which is just icy since it's on the north side of the building and is always shut up except for when I'm in there shuffling ashes into urns and no it's not psychological because I find that room lovely and cool in the summer).
I? Am apparently a natural ice cube. But a better-dressed one.
But in any case, today I am actually wearing brand-new clothing, a pseudo-military denim jacket with lace on it and a new pair of trousers which were what the shopping expedition was theoretically all about anyway. And I am still freezing at work, which I really don't understand why. I am fully clothed, wearing long sleeves and denim. The building is not actually cold (except for the cremains room which is just icy since it's on the north side of the building and is always shut up except for when I'm in there shuffling ashes into urns and no it's not psychological because I find that room lovely and cool in the summer).
I? Am apparently a natural ice cube. But a better-dressed one.