In Greek mythology, Panacea was the goddess of healing. I’m pretty sure she didn’t cure the ills with a shopping trip. A stroll in the market picking out a new toga or a pair of those gladiator sandals that make women’s feet look like they’re in traction? So why is it then, that a woman’s panacea to stress is shopping?
I’m ready to be enlightened.
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Because the only other thing that could possibly help is eating a pint of Haagen-Dazs Caramel Cone Explosion straight from the container. This, of course, would lead to the need for bigger clothes - and a trip to the mall.
By opting for a serving of 'retail therapy' first, we're actually doing our health, and our wallets, a favour. (Have you seen the price of HD lately?!)
*smug* See? Perfect logic.
Well...tonight on my way home from the gym I felt a sadness calling out to me(listen closely)...I drove to the superstore and there on the shelf was a lonely pair of cute sparkling sneakers that really needed a good foot haha so being the caring generous person that I am I put the shoe on my foot and lets just say it was love at first sight. Not only did I make the shoes feel important, I myself left the store feeling good about contributing to the economy...and my feet love me for making them sparkle.*wink* It just feels sooo good to get something new to wear!
I would like to know how the BWSRN gets to write a blog on your blog? Is there some favourtism happening here...is he giving bribes to be number 1?? Silly boy...I will always be number 1 in Lux Solis eyes...we are blood and I know all her dirty little secrets so she has to be nice to be *evil laugh
Sunshine ... that's justification, not insight!
Wendy ... I've heard before of this "calling out" or "speaking" phenomenon women claim merchandise exhibit! If you hear anything, its the sound of your credit card shouting, "Put me back in the wallet! You don't need more shoes in your closet!" lmao
And yes ... there is in fact favouritism happening here. Blood or no blood ... dirty little secrets aside, I am Numero Uno!
Now about those dirty little secrets ... *grin*
Say Wendy is the "Numero Uno" and we have something to talk about*wink wink* Girls have to have secrets, the dirtier the better...oh and just to clear this up..my credit card never shouts at me to stop using it, it loves the feel of being magnatized with every swipe.
*waving wildly with frantic look on her face* Whoa! Whoa! Whoa here! Let's not get cRaZy, Wendy *starts sweating profusely* you don't want to traumatize the BWSRN with my DLS's! Why don't I pick you up and we'll hit the mall - MY TREAT!
Wendy, I lack enough integrity to say whatever you want ... Wendy is the "Numero Uno" ... now spill! By the way, my credit card loves me too. I figure she's a woman cuz she's always ridin' my ass! lmao
Lux? Shopping is the answer AGAIN?? Case closed Sunshine!
*scrambles to come up with something from our 40 yr history with which to blackmail Wendy into silence*
But .. butt ... I let you write on my blog, Boy - you wouldn't trade that privilege for a chance to make me blush, would you?
Don't answer that. *starts working on name change paperwork*
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