Confessions of a shopaholic

Today I indulged in a little retail therapy.

Among my purchases were Crest White Strips, so you know what that means. In 28 days, I'm going to have a beautiful white smile or my money back.

I also shopped for a present for my friend's new baby. I now not-so-secretly wished I was shopping for my own. Not really. But kinda really.

Maybe because I'm getting older, but I seems that something has kicked in the last few months that whenever I see a baby, I tear up a little, feel pangs of longing and think, "Man, I want one!"

Man. That's the problem. You need one of those to have the other one. And I'm pretty sure telling a guy you want to have a baby is not the best way to get him to stick around.

It's quite the predicament.

I guess I could have bought the little alligator pajamas for the future Rhys Griffiths Haggerty-TBA, but for now I'll stick with my Crest White Strips.

Because in 28 days, I may not have a baby, but at least I'll have a white smile.

Today was a day

I am exhausted after a really, really long day at work.

And yet I feel surprisingly upbeat.

And then it hit me...

Exactly one month from today, I'll be 27.

Boo. Snarl. Hiss.

There she goes again

It's funny how one idea can spur on to another and then another and soon you're so far from the idea that spurred you on in the first place, it's a completely different thought altogether.

Maybe it's because when you open the door to one possibility, a whole bunch of others pour in too. Possibility doesn't like to travel alone, I guess.

I say this because a random and funny text I received from a friend last week sped up the ever turning thoughts of what direction I should go and sent me barreling forward.

I don't know if anything will come of these ideas, but that's one thing about possibility, it may pull you in a million different directions, and never actually get you anywhere, but at least it's fun to have around.