I can't account for exactly how much shopping I have been doing non-stop the past few weeks.
All I know is that I will have to wear sunglasses when I open my credit card statement next month!
The darker and blurrier those numbers appear, the better.
All I know is that I will have to wear sunglasses when I open my credit card statement next month!
The darker and blurrier those numbers appear, the better.
Worse yet, I cannot account how I always end up at the checkout lines at Saks Off Fifth and
Nordie's Rack with dozens of items in tow.
It seems I have a habit of apparating there. Every. Single. Weekend.
And never empty-handed, mind you!
Therefore, the only logical conclusion to this mysterious phenomenon is this:
If I can't account for any shopping I did, then I am NOT responsible for it.
Whew! I'm off the hook, thanks to my impeccable logic!
TOP: Halogen
JEANS: Jbrand skinny jeans
ACCESSORIES: Chanel necklace. Prada baroque sunglasses.
BAG: Mulberry Alexa in dusty pink.
SHOES: MICHAEL Michael Kors (gifted, thanks Normie!)
SHOES: MICHAEL Michael Kors (gifted, thanks Normie!)
I think that same phenomenon accounts for the wine that keeps showing up at my house!
ReplyDeleteRyan - I'm with ya! I'll even help you convince Ann to subscribe to the same logic. :D
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