Finally. Our last day of summer session was yesterday. I can’t say the day flew by, at one point in the morning time was dragging incredibly slow but then things picked up a bit to more of a normal pace. I had an appointment this morning but still slept in to 7:30 ish. I’m good with that. Tomorrow I’ll be up early again to have routine fasting blood work done. I hate fasting. But then it will be over quickly and I can go ahead and have my coffee and breakfast and go on with the day.
Today I went to the Sal Val for some thrift therapy and then on to the mall to have my eyebrows threaded. I did not buy any shoes or bags. Not to worry I feel fine. I didn’t see anything that could compete with all the shoes and bags I already have. And God knows I have a lot of both. The other day I was changing bags, texting Lelly for advice. Getting ready for vacation and Tommy actually said, “How many bags do you have!?” I said you don’t want to know and he answered back, “You’re right I DON’T want to know…”. Its a sickness I tell you, being a bag whore. And he’s not innocent in this whole debacle
Tommy bought me my first new Louis. At around the same time (like 10/11 years ago I think) Tommy had already successfully quit smoking and was getting on my case to quit as well. Of course I hemmed and hawed, I enjoyed smoking cigarettes. Then my husband said those magic words that I’ll never forget. “If you quit smoking; I’ll buy you another Louis Vuitton!” I said you’re on! I quit cold turkey. It was horrible really. To get through the anxiety fueled energy I cleaned, I cleaned out closets, parts of the attic. The sanitation men would empty our garbage pails and I would fill them up again right away. Thomas had a ball cleaning with me. I’m glad one of us was happy. Haha.
I don’t really miss smoking and I love my bag; aptly named my “I quit smoking bag.” Tommy bought me the bag but I wouldn’t use it until I earned it. Meaning until I added up the money I would have spent on smoking until it equaled the cost of the bag. It took about 3 months. The cost of a pack a day habit for 3 months equaled the cost of a Louis Vuitton bag. True story.
To my work family I wish you an awesome, amazing rest of the summer!!! Have a great time whatever you do!
Menay O; mom to 4, Christian and thrift shopper on the side... 