Creating a Monster

Today is my birthday. And...I am in the no-shop zone. What this means is that I will be shamelessly accepting gifts for the next week and claiming them all as birthday presents. I might even develop a list of things I wish I could buy myself. Gotta take advantage of the shopportunities, ya know?

I almost (almost!) broke the cleanse but a co-worker swooped in and saved me at the last minute. I found the perfect mail basket -- didn't you know I was searching for the perfect mail basket?! -- and it was on sale for *drumroll* $1.99! But we have inventory in the store tomorrow, so it had to be purchased tonight. Was I willing to sacrifice the entire, painful, heartwrenching, presentation-ruining cleanse over $1.99? Well, yes. But I thought maybe I could find some loophole like buying it and then returning it after inventory and just leaving it on hold until I could buy it again. But really, the cleanse would have been broken. So thank you, Wendy, for the great mail basket birthday present! There's mail in it already...see? Perfect.

Since I was on a shamless, gift-accepting roll, my amazing boyfriend let me open my birthday presents at midnight. Ladies, call off the search dogs and pack it in because I found the perfect man. He gave me a Dunkin Donuts giftcard, tanning gift certificate, tanning lotion that smells like Florida beaches, and the impossible-to-find Aldo Cassetty over-the-knee black leather boots! Ta da! My bootiful babies will have to wait until after the wedding to make their premiere on the town, and I cannot wait!

I got a chance to chat with my old friend Gupp tonight. She runs a baby blog -- baby as in new, not as in about babies -- and is blogging about my blog. What do you call that? Coblogging? Transblogfication? Biblogxual? I think its funny so many people (obviously myself included) have blogs these days -- it's the ultimate in narcissism. But hey, narcissism is in, and doesn't it just look killer with my new boots?