I've been cut off

I've had to cut myself off - no more shopping, not even a little. Not until my next pay check. And no, I don't mean the pay check I get tomorrow - ha ha - I mean the one I get two weeks after that. For the next two weeks, I am going to wear the clothes in my closet and eat the food in the house. Seriously, it's out of hand over here.

I am not allowed to buy skin care products (which is tragic because I am almost out of a very important product - but it's going to have to wait, my poor skin), no hair products (because how many types of volumizing products do I need to have in play at one time here people?), for God's sake, no clothes (I have bought a half new wardrobe over the past 8-10 weeks), no shoes either (I've bought 6 pair in 6 weeks), no underwear (because I have a whole drawer full of underwear that I don't wear - see, turns out I like only one type of underwear - the boy short - comfy, you don't ever have to pick your undies out of the butt crack, and no panty line - but how many pair do I need, do I seriously need 3 more pair every single time I go to Target?), no hand bags (because 95% of the time I carry the same one no matter how many I have).

If I say I buy anything before April 25th, I need to be in trouble.

By the way, I left work at 4:30! YES - I did! And what did I do? Nadda. My jig saw puzzle and talked on the phone. Now I am going to sit in the bath and scrub my arms with granulated sugar for the 5th day in a row - I'll explain this weekend.

I've decided it's perfectly acceptable to eat cereal and broccoli with cheese sauce for dinner every day, and drink Fresca in the bath tub.

Have a nice night! Oh, gratitude - I'm grateful I get to go to Ann Arbor on the 23rd for 5 days!