So I did what any respectable wife does that likes to hide purchases until later and say "no, I have had that for awhile" {awhile being a few days} when asked "is that new?". I hurried to the front door to bring the packages in. I was trying to be so quiet as to not let him wonder what I was up to. I'm usually up to something, if you haven't figured that out already, Ha. Not like in a devious way, just I usually have some sort of plan of attack or action that I'm up to. I get it from my momma. My mom used to always hide her shopping bags, and when my sister and I would catch her she would say "it's not new". Now I know why she did it. By the way, I have figured out that I am turning into my mom.
Anyhow, where was I...Oh, yes. I was being quiet and bringing the two boxes in. So I got them in and then I hid them in the under stairs closet. Phew, mission complete...no one saw. The rest of the day and night I was just stewing because I wanted to go see what the shiny, silver, fun poufs looked like in person and open up my boxes. I had to wait.
Ok, at this point in the story you are probably wondering "why is she so obsessed with the poufs"? Here is where I explain the method to my obsessiveness and insanity. I have been wanting some Moroccan poufs forever, but at a price tag of $190+ for just one, I couldn't bring myself to buying one (I am a bargain shopper). Once I heard about the Calypso St. Barth for Target line, which included the said poufs, and for a price of $59.99, I had to have them. There, now you know. I really am normal. I just like poufs. Totally normal {right?}.
So, I waited until this morning to open my boxes up when JDubs left for work. It was worth the wait...they are even more lovely in person. I am a happy lady. Oh, and my kids love them. They like to play frogs and bounce all over them like lilly pads.
P.S. The kids loving the poufs and the fact that these were a "Mother's Day" Present to myself was my justification to my husband when he did in fact ask; "what are these for?" and "you got two?". The later was more like a statement, with a connotation of slight annoyance. In the end I won, and he just smiled. He loves me. I know this because he puts up with my shenanigans. I love him because he just plain rocks my world.
P.P.S Totally unrelated, but I hate when I over-tweeze my brows. Grr. I let them get all gorilla like so I could re-shape them a few months ago, and somehow I went tweezer happy again. Boo. Does that ever happen to you? And if you are going to say, "just go get them waxed", then I am not listening. I have never had a good experience with that. I come out looking like I drew a line with a pencil for eyebrows. Not a fan. I would really like thick eyebrows again...back to Gorilla mode.
P.P.P.S I hope you have a great Wednesday!!! XoX
