I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do that, so FYI: Confessions of a Shopaholic, a Touchstone Pictures film directed by P.J. Hogan...anything else? That covers it, right?
ANYway. Debating on whether or not I should hit up a sale (a ridiculous, probably too-good-to-be-true sale where they either have size -2 (yes, negative 2) or size 42ZZZ and nothing in between) tomorrow a.m. when it opens. With Fruit Loop and The Despot. During prime Despot napping time. In a basement. Of a boutique-y denim shop.
Let me clarify.
$200+ jeans (nearing $500 for some) for....wait for it...waaaaait for it....
("Hold...HOLD.......HOOOOOOOLLLD....NOW!" Sorry for the last part, Birdo from Mario - I think - but the rest is, if not clever, unexpected at least.)
$19!!
That probably doesn't really deserve two exclamation points. And, in fact, the very reality that I have written this much on such a frivolous and ultimately inconsequential subject is, well, shaming. A bit. I mean, it IS a good deal. And I HAVE been thinking I need ("need") a few more pairs of jeans... You know, so Hottie McHotts and I can both pretend my saggy mom butt dressed up in a pair of fancy schmancy jeans isn't really all that bad...
Oh, my, the enormity of these kinds of decisions in my life. It is almost unbearable.
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