|When I shop, people run away.|
Waaaaay back when I first graduated college I bought myself a cheap, yet awesome, fluffy comforter. It was the kind that you put a duvet cover on. I loved the heck out of that thing until the one day earlier this year I decided to wash it (yes, I'd washed it several times before) and a corner of it got burned up in the washing machine. Yeah, I didn't know that could happen either. It has since transitioned from being my comforter to being the dog's bed since she loves fluffy things too, and doesn't care what they look like.
Soon after I bought my house and gave the dog one of my most prized possessions, I decided to go the Target clearance route and buy a regular comforter (that didn't need a duvet cover because let's face it, those things are a pain in the ass to put on and take off).
|It seems nice enough.|
This morning I hit my breaking point. It was the first cooler night in the house (the dog was so far under the covers when I woke up shivering at 2am all I could see was her tail) and it just wasn't cutting it. I had to get up and put another blanket on the bed. This never happened with my fluffy comforter! Since it's really not even that cold yet (63° in the house when I woke up), the comforter gotsta go!
So after being a weak, WEAK person and turning on my heat this morning (yes, I'm ashamed), I ordered a new fluffy comforter, with a duvet cover to follow after payday. WEAK!
Today, after four months of being haircut-less, I decided to make an appointment at the teaching salon. I don't know if that makes me weak or brave.
I also set up appointments for Pippi to go to the dog boarding place down the street. I'm not going to lie, my decided factors for choosing this place were the prices and...the dancing cat on the website.
This is the first time I'm not leaving Pippi with a friend or relative and I'm nervous about it. See?