You'll never guess what I bought after work yesterday.
A new bathrobe.
That's right. I'm a girl who loves a good bathrobe, and I've had the same one for quite a while now. It's warm and cozy, but not too heavy that it makes me hot. It's soft but not fleecey, and it has two big pockets.
It's everything I could ever want in a bathrobe.
And then this past Sunday I went into some sort of unexplained organizational frenzy, and threw away and donated a whole bunch of stuff. Including my bathrobe. Which was fine until I woke up on Monday morning and walked straight to my closet to get it, and it was gone.
I spent the better part of the day experiencing the opposite of buyer's remorse.
I knew I needed to get myself to the store TOOT SUITE to try to find a replacement, and finally went last night. Sears didn't disappoint and I managed to find a new robe. I think we will be very happy together. You better believe that I came straight home and changed into my pj's and bathrobe right away.
Then I walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and yelled to Michelle, "Hey, do you know how many ounces are in a shot glass?"
There's nothing like having a shot of vodka after you buy a new bathrobe, that's what I always say.
Actually I wasn't having a celebratory beverage at all, it was simply time for my nightly dosage of cold medicine and I inadvertently threw away the handy little cup that comes on top the night before.
Clearly I need to be more careful before I toss things in the trash.
I'm happy to report that the shots of cold medicine I've been taking are doing their job, and after a few days of feeling VERY SUB PAR, I am now almost back to normal. I even cooked myself dinner tonight and was cleaning up when Michelle walked in from work and announced that she was experiencing the worst headache of her entire life. I was planning to go to the food store tonight anyway to get the essentials, AKA Triscuits and coffee creamer, and offered to pick up some Excedrin for her while I was there.
I went to the pain relief aisle first thing so I wouldn't forget because HORRIBLE ROOMMATE ALERT. I stood there for ten minutes and didn't see any Excedrin. I thought about going to ask the pharmacist but I knew it would be one of those situations where they would come out to show me where it was and I would feel like an idiot because OH, IT'S BEEN RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE THIS ENTIRE TIME AND FOR SOME REASON I DIDN'T SEE IT.
But I finally caved and went to the counter. When it was my turn I stepped up and said, "Hello, could you please tell me where the Excedrin is?"
And then the pharmacist looked at me with a sympathetic expression and said, "Oh honey. Excedrin was recalled six months ago."
Which explains why I couldn't find it on the shelf.
I settled for a generic bottle and came home and delivered it to Michelle. And then I put on my bathrobe and took a shot of cold medicine.
And we watched House Hunters.
Just livin' the dream.