I have a confession to make. I cleaned out some closets this weekend (well ok, I moved things around between various closets and didn't actually get rid of anything) and I uncovered a stash of previously undocumented handbags. Yes, I know, I have issues. Shut up.
Also this weekend, I took my husband to see topless dancers. With my parents. There we were: Mom, Dad, me, Chris, all in a row watching women dance around without any actual tops. I could explain how this came about, but it is much more fun to just leave it at that.
And finally, I am turning 30 in (gulp) 6 days and as a reward for not rushing off to get a face lift and a boob job and a 22 year old boyfriend, my husband agreed to buy me some bling for my birthday. We got it on Saturday. It is the blingiest bling that has ever blinged in my presence, but you know, tasteful like. It was also about three times as much as I was expecting to spend, but what? I'm supposed to argue with my husband and say no honey, please don't buy me those blingy blingy diamonds? How about you buy me that dog collar thing we saw at Tiffany's instead? Yeah, I don't think so. So we bought it and I wore it Saturday night because we couldn't just leave it in the car now could we and I wore it yesterday too because it is important to look blingy and sophisticated when you are raking leaves. I took it off before bed last night so I wouldn't keep Chris awake with all the shiny sparkly moonbeams bouncing off the bling all night. I will post a picture but not until next week because I am going to make Chris wrap it up with a bow and give it to me on Sunday so I can act surprised and get that new bling glow all over again. So yes, apparently in addition to my purse fetish I have a rampant and unchecked diamond fetish. What's a girl to do?
Don't hate me because I'm blingyful.