I would like to give myself a cookie/goldstar/whateverelseIhappentodeserve for purchasing something ALL BY MYSELF. No deliberation. No sister advice. No second thoughts. I. Just. Bought. It.
And, it was the perfume that I was waffling over. AND it was in a UGLY bottle. (I have a dreadful habit of refusing to buy perfume I like if it happens to be packaged in a bottle I do not like.)
This is living proof that I am becoming un-vain and decisive.
What next? New religion? New haircolor? New man?
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