It's a crazy day at work, due in part to Developments About Which I May Not Yet Speak. Sadly, these developments do not involve hot British men. They so seldom do, which I find really quite frustrating and against what is right.
To deal with the Developments, I went out with Spitfire and spent money and ingested masses of ice cream.
Clinique is running its Clinique Bonus promotion, where if you spend $21.50 you get the bag of goodies. I bought the All About Eyes Cream as part of my ongoing mission to stave off crone-eyes, infertility, and ultimately Cheat Death Itself.
Anyway, the bonus package includes a cute makeup bag (which I did actually need), a mascara, a lipstick, an eyelash curler, eye makeup remover, eyeshadow, and a smaller pot of the All About Eyes cream. So . . . there you have it.
Then I went to Cold Stone and redeemed my birthday coupon for my free ice cream creation. I chose chocolate ice cream with peanut butter, brownie, toasted almonds, and chocolate sauce added. I shared it with Spitfire, so it's not like I was being a total pig.
The last stop probably made me the happiest. We went to Sam's Club and I bought a box containing 120 crocus bulbs--mixed variety. You may remember this, but crocuses are now my absolute favorite part of spring, and I missed them something fierce this year. And now for the bargain price of $13.99 I have my babies. I want to hug the box and love it and kiss it and keep it on a special pillow next to me always.
Also, I think it's helping to ward of the absolute panic I'm feeling now as the leaves are starting to turn. Because my thoughts are going like this:
fall leads to winter
Winter = (Cold + Snow + Amputated Frozen Dead Limbs) Crap
Not that I'm overreacting at all. But seriously. These crocuses? These are my hope. My hope that I'll be able to come out on the other side with limbs intact and hydrated eyes and some of my eggs left.
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