For real! I updated my other blog and I’m still only up to last Sunday. But I think y’all might enjoy the bit about me bra shopping:

These were not sad granny-looking bras that looked like they would have been worn by Eleanor Rigby, or could have doubled as beanies for children with comically oversize heads. These bras were French and shiny and lacy and looked like they would look awesome on my body or, perhaps more scandalously, tossed haphazardly on somebody’s bedroom floor.

If these bras were any sexier, or purple, they would have been a Prince song. Maybe not “Let’s Pretend We’re Married” but more like “Diamonds & Pearls”.

Okay, so go read the rest of the post and give me my page views, already.

* And to explain the title of this blog post - my friend Jorge loves to shop. Any purchase is an event. I literally once got an e-mail from him that contained only the words “Girl, I bought a belt!” and I didn’t stop laughing for four days.