Why is there always so much
to do before leaving home for a few days?
Tomorrow I am going up to
the Cape. I have a mile-long list of things to do before leaving.
I go to the office for a few
hours this morning, and figure I’ll come home around 12:30, with plenty of time
to get everything done.
But then I get this email:
Our favorite Manolo Blahnik sale is finally here
and it could be the best boutique sale ever. These final markdown sales always
boast discounts at about 75% off and usually only run for just four days but
this year the sale is 10-jam-packed-days of Manolo bargains.
Should I run over and check
it out? My office is right near the
subway.
But then I think, do I
really need another pair of shoes?
Of course I don’t.
But I love Manolos.
I can actually walk in them.
And they are so damn sexy.
And right now they are
close to being affordable.
Yes, I tell myself. Close, but remember, you still have no income.
Yes, there is that.
I come home and keep busy
with my list. I pack, clean the apartment, cancel the newspaper, arrange for
the doorman to collect my mail, and clean out my fridge.
Then I go and get waxed,
have a manicure/pedicure, return a library book and stop by Agata.
Still, that morning email
taunts me.
It is not until 5:30 when
the Manolo doors have closed for the day that I can relax.
Phew.
I did all the things I
needed to do and avoided the one thing I shouldn’t do.
But the sale lasts 10
days. It’ll still be going on when I
return.
I should probably start now reminding
myself again why I shouldn’t go.
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