Girly Time

I haven’t had a spare moment to do laundry in the past two weeks thanks to the new semester and my new crazed schedule, and now I’m out of socks. Or I was until last night. I had an epiphany that rather than trying to squeeze in a visit to the laundromat in my zero free time I could just BUY NEW SOCKS. So I did. Though my quick sock-buying excursion turned into a two-hour girly moment at the highly addictive Burlington Coat Factory. I got my socks (with pink dots!) but not before spending hours trying on every single dress coat in my size, and nearly buying a $9 purple Liz Claiborne purse (despite the fact that I never use purses). And I might’ve bought it until I looked down and noticed my purple boots, and my purple gloves, and forced myself to lay off the purple.

So I spent two hours staring at myself in the mirror in various coats when I could’ve spent those two hours doing laundry. But hey, I have clean socks now.