| Confessions of a Shopaholic |
[17 Jan 2004|01:03am] |
I'm afraid to tell my boyfriend that I bought a new pair of shoes. I feel like Meg in Little Women, when she bought all that expensive silk and was afraid to tell her husband. Only Mark and I aren't married and I didn't spend his money. But I still feel guilty because of that talk he gave me about the difference between needs and wants and about being frugal. He sounded like a really nice daddy patiently explaining to his little daughter why she can't have a new Barbie. (Sometimes Mark talks to me like I'm a child, but he's never patronizing or condescending. It's actually very cute.) So I've been trying to control myself, because I don't want him to look at me and be horrified at the thought of marrying me and supporting me and sharing a bank account with me. And because I really am frivolous and it's not like I'm rolling in money and I really should learn to save and all that.
Oh, hey. It's our anniversary! I usually forget the monthly ones. So it's been five years and four months, but hey, who's counting.
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