Kevin May Kill Me
So I had to go for my check-up on my new contacts, and I used that as a big fat excuse to meet up with a friend and go shopping. I don’t even like to shop, but shop I did. I even managed to pick up a Christmas present or two. Something came over me and commanded me to go to Foley’s. The red and grey sweater beckoned to me. The piped-in Muzak must have been laced with subliminal messages. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
Now I’m home, and it’s cold and rainy, and the couch is looking like an awfully nice place to be, curled under my chenille throw (thank God for Pottery Barn) and reading one of the 40 books I have going right now. On second thought, maybe I’ll just take a nap instead.
