Thursday, March 29, 2007
I'm getting ready for my big drunken orgy this weekend. I mean bachelorette party. I'm excited, but nervous too, as I've never left chickadee this long. At the same time, I cannot wait to get away from her. She's driving me insane! Whine whine whine whine all day. That's besides the point, I'm excited to have a weekend to myself, sleep in, go shopping, all without having a little person tagging along. I dyed my hair blond last night to complete the hootchy feel, and it actually turned out okay. It's not bleach blond, just a few shades lighter than my mousy brown. I also bleached the self tanner off of my arm. I'm such a dork. I'm wearing a white halter (!!!) so I bought those silicone booby things that cover up the nips and don't show under the shirt. They'd be cool if they'd stick, but they don't. Plus my boobs are so saggy now from baby/and feeding that the whole effect is just wrong. I was really hoping they'd work so I could wear them with tanks and halters this summer. Boo.
I've been spending so much money lately, and I think it's a stress thing. I feel really low, and shopping gives me that high that I feel I need. Then I feel guilty. For instance, I LOVE to scrapbook, but haven't since the baby came, can't really even get to my stuff because it's in the gross basement and can't take chicadee down there, but I constantly buy scrapbook stuff. I think I've placed 3 orders online, and been to 2 scrapbooking stores in the past week. Then I just get even more stressed. And Target...God I shouldn't even go near that store. I worked there for 2 years too and I still love it. Maybe when I go back to the psych he can up my meds? Is there an anti-spending med?