tis the season for giving. and gifting. and guilting.
last weekend i set out for a successful, cross-off-the-list, jolly good time, christmas shopping extravaganza. i had a game plan. a happy heart. and a giving attitude.
and yet, i only came home with three little gifts. all for me.
leopard print flats.
and a chair with great lines.let's just say this is one ho, ho, ho, happy
but guess what? all of these beauties cost less than fifteen buck-a-roos. and there's no better gift than saving. right? oh come on. help me justify the selfishness. a little happy-saturday-to-me gift[s] never hurt anyone. only the pocketbook. and he doesn't seem to mind.