Rob, Don't Read This.

That was the going to be the original title of this blog post. I’ll start from the beginning…my mom and I took a trip down to the Carter’s outlet a couple weeks ago because she and I had to return something. After Carter’s, we decided to go to Pier 1 because it was 1 exit away from the outlets and I saw some pillows in the Pier 1 catalog that I liked that were on sale. So we get there and they have them (yeah!). Last time I was there, I saw some pillows I was interested in but I was with Dorothy and she talked me out of it. She said “you kind of have a lot going on in there.” She meant we have a bunch of baby crap all over the family room so I didn’t NEED the pillows because really….who will notice them? She was right and I’m glad she talked me out of it because I liked these new pillows so much better AND they were on sale.

So I buy three pillows and after I give her my credit card I get that feeling I get…that guilty feeling. Whenever I go shopping and get something I want and not need, I feel guilty. If it were just my money I wouldn’t but it’s OUR money and I feel like Rob will get upset. I have no reason to think that, he has never gotten mad at me for shopping but I still feel guilty. So I’ve had the pillows in the garage waiting for them to make their debut. I put them out today and when Rob got home I saw him looking at me and I was avoiding eye contact. He mentioned the new pillows and told me he liked them. My jaw dropped and said “really?!” I was surprised he liked them, I thought he would think they were weird. He said “Yeah, I think our family room needs some color.” Score! Guilty feeling gone.

Without further a ‘do….