I'm stimulating the economy I guess. Whoohoo for me and Stuart Weitzman, and Nordstrom, and the lady who works on commission who romanced me with bottled water and sly promises that they were practical and perfect.
Who am I kidding, I totally don't regret them or the bag I bought right afterward.
Someone, just pull me kicking and screaming out of the departments I can't afford, please?
* note to 'someone:' I can't guarantee that you won't be physically hurt when you attempt to pull me out of my crack den of choice, but I'm weak so you'll likely heal beautifully.
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