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Over the past few days of browsing stores with Halloween merchandise, I have only purchased THREE items.
- Skull-decorated cupcake liners.
- Wilson's black gel color for frosting.
- Two oven mitts with glow-in-the-dark skeleton hands on them.
Okay, I have not yet been to Michael's or a big JoAnn's. But still! Marvel at my restraint and willpower so far!
More proof I am a grown-up: I finally made the appointment for my follow-up mammogram. Which I had kind of been dragging my feet on, and YES, I know that such things are important and should not be delayed. I KNOW. My appointment is tomorrow.
Of course, possibly negating any claim I have to adulthood: I stopped by the darling neighborhood thrift store (that is entirely staffed by sweet little old ladies), and discovered a brand-new, miniature version of one of the Gund bears I collect. I, erm, may have squeaked and bounced up and down. And then walked home with my parasol and a bear tucked under my arm. What? Now the Murphy Bear Clan has a new brother. I just need to figure out what his name is. (The other four bears are Murphy (who was the first), Dearby, Thirby, and Bigby. See this post for a longer explanation about Murphybear and why he's so important to me.)
- Skull-decorated cupcake liners.
- Wilson's black gel color for frosting.
- Two oven mitts with glow-in-the-dark skeleton hands on them.
Okay, I have not yet been to Michael's or a big JoAnn's. But still! Marvel at my restraint and willpower so far!
More proof I am a grown-up: I finally made the appointment for my follow-up mammogram. Which I had kind of been dragging my feet on, and YES, I know that such things are important and should not be delayed. I KNOW. My appointment is tomorrow.
Of course, possibly negating any claim I have to adulthood: I stopped by the darling neighborhood thrift store (that is entirely staffed by sweet little old ladies), and discovered a brand-new, miniature version of one of the Gund bears I collect. I, erm, may have squeaked and bounced up and down. And then walked home with my parasol and a bear tucked under my arm. What? Now the Murphy Bear Clan has a new brother. I just need to figure out what his name is. (The other four bears are Murphy (who was the first), Dearby, Thirby, and Bigby. See this post for a longer explanation about Murphybear and why he's so important to me.)
