Shopped. Did Not Drop.

One of the hazards of summer vacation is never knowing what day of the week it is. This is compounded by there being nothing distinctive to watch on TV on any given night. *sigh* Thursday, right?

The Sibs and I outlet-shopped today; I got a silk blouse originally marked $68.00 for $11.00. Which is cool. I don't know if I wrote about this a month or two ago: a conversation I had with the Chum about bargain vs. non-bargain shopping. She said that her mother refused to bargain shop. If she bought something for less than its full retail price, she was sure that there was something wrong with it. I would imagine it was also a badge of honor for her that she could afford to pay full retail price for anything she wanted. I hope they never sent her out to buy a car by herself, which I doubt they did. Anyway, for me, and certainly my mother before me, shopping is a sport, and bargain shopping is what makes it fun. It's part of the game, no? And why spend more for something when you can get it for less? That way, you can buy more stuff.

Ahem.

In other news, K is out on a date again tonight, so, YAY! The transportation arrangements are making me a little nervous, so I guess I'll stay up until she gets home, which should be around midnight. Oy. Why didn't they both just marry high school sweethearts so I could never worry about this stuff? Oh, right, K didn't have one and R's turned out to be a psycho-stalker. Right. Way better not married to that one.

What else can I tell you? The Sibs has offered to go with me to my stress test next Tuesday, which is a good thing. Not that I think I couldn't have gone alone (or they would have told me to bring a driver), but it'll be nice to have her there. She was with me when I was told about my brain tumor lo these many years. So she's not exactly a good luck charm, but remains a good support. I'm thinking now that maybe I'm going to be told to see the pulmonologist (the lung guy) and I'll have to start taking some asthma medication. Because what I need in my life is more medication. *sigh* Oh, I've been on the lower dose of estrogen for about 5 days and I haven't killed anyone yet, so that's a good thing. I need a little counter for my page here that counts the number of days I've gone without hurting anyone. heh heh.

Oh, so when the Hubs came home yesterday, he said hello and went on into the other room to drop off his stuff, and then came right back and said "Did you forget to tell me something? Oh, there's the cat!" Because his first thought, when he saw the new rugs, was that the cat must be dead, or I wouldn't have gotten them. I assured him of both the cat's continued existence, the extreme grossness of the old rugs, and the extreme cheapness of the new ones. And anyway, this cat doesn't pee on the rugs, as the other one did, and he prefers to poop on the furniture rather than the floor. (How lucky for me.) Speaking of which, time to put a load of cat towels in the dryer.

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