Hello Dear Readers and welcome to Fish It From the Archives Friday Even Though It’s Only Thursday. I have something I have to do this morning so I had to rearrange the days of the week a little and make today Friday and tomorrow Thursday. Sorry for the inconvenience! So anyway, have a nice weekend even though it’s not really the weekend!
A Professional Golfer . . . In a Way . . .
My husband, 37, got to play in a golf tournament for work (which technically makes him a professional golfer since he got paid for work while he was golfing). So while he was out earning money golfing, I decided I should, at the very least, be spending some of it. Right?
And because 37 isn’t actually a real professional golfer in actual, real professional golfer shape, he came home exhausted and went to bed early, so I didn’t get a chance to show him what I bought – which is just as well. Why? Because I spent a ton of money on make up and men don’t understand makeup.
It Always Boils Down to “Bangs”
Men think they think women look better without any makeup. Ha! Little do they know. If I’m wearing new make up, 37 will probably notice I look a little better; but he doesn’t exactly know why. He thinks maybe it’s because I cut my bangs or something.
So why should I share with him that I just spent $36 on light beige liquid foundation and $25 for concealer and $18 for mascara. It will only make him perplexed. And everybody knows, that people who become perplexed don’t golf very well -; and I wouldn’t want to ruin 37′s golf game now that he’s on the verge of turning semi semi-pro.
Nothing Goes Better with New Makeup Than New Clothes
After I bought some new make up, I stopped off at Ross. I’m always amazed at how much money I spend at Ross even though I’ve never really liked Ross. At Ross, shopping is about as much fun as searching for an insurance file in a huge filing cabinet.
At Ross, shoppers sift through the selections using quick, staccato motions, filing through the racks with efficiency and expertise.
When you come across something a bit promising, you’ll unhook it, give it a split-second perusal and then either return it to the rack or toss it in the shopping cart.
It’s a somewhat enjoyable activity if you happen to find something you like. If you don’t, you’ll leave empty-handed hating Ross just a little more than you did before.
Artists rendering of me shopping at Ross. Sorry I didn’t have time to draw more clothes.
This time I got lucky and found several cute summer-y tops and two pairs of capris and headed over to join the other Ross Love/Haters in the cordoned-off line — which was almost as long as the one I once waited in for Space Mountain and I’ll admit that when I got to the end of the Space Mountain line, it was more fun . . . although I didn’t get to take anything home . . .
The grand total was actually less than I spent on the makeup. Which is what keeps me going back to Ross.
When I put on my new outfit and my new makeup this morning I felt pretty good. I figure it’s just a matter of time now before 37 compliments me on my bangs.
Until next time, I love you