I woke up feeling... irritable.
Like REALLY irritable. And even though I tried to shake it, there was no shaking it. The only thing that can cure this kind of irritation is sleep.
And maybe some shopping.
Which is why I plan to flee to Victoria's Secret this evening. Am I the only one that thinks buying new underwear is the best thing ever.
This shopping trip is kind of practical as well. After all, it's been so long since I have done laundry at home (Phil isn't allowed to do anything around the house right now) that I am starting to run out. Buying new underwear STILL requires laundry (because HELLO it is gross to wear new underwear without washing them first).
But who are we kidding? This is really just rationalization for my retail therapy.
I'm really hoping to find some undies with completely inappropriate sayings on them (NOTE: if you click on that link, it isn't porn. I promise).
You know what else they sell at VS?
Yup... you guessed it.
Oh man my husband hit the jackpot.
At least I didn't buy the footie pajamas I saw at Target this weekend.