Today is my day off. On Wednesdays I do my grocery shopping and clean my house while there's no one underfoot to bug me and get stuff out again for a couple hours. Today I had a couple extra things I needed: a new shower curtain and a new date book. Both are replacement items, so I felt good about the outing.
For the shower curtain I went to K-Mart. I don't really like that store, so there's no desire to browse around for stuff I don't need. Easy in and out there. Shower curtain liner, 8-pack of hangers (we broke about 4 last month, so it's a semi-legit purchase) and I'm out of there.
My next stop, however, was the office supply store for the date book. We had a gift card from several months back, so it was a seemingly logical choice. Except for the fact that I love office supplies. I like the little stacking trays and sorting bins. I love stationery and post-it notes and self-stick tabs that you use for marking your notes in books you borrow. But what I really love is pens. My dream pen is a retractable, super-fine point, gel-ink, rollerball pen. That's right. I have a dream pen, what of it? It's like I go into a trance when I walk into that place. I like to leisurely stroll around and try as many of them as I can without actually tearing open any bubble-packs. By the time I realized what I was doing this morning, I was holding not only my required item, but several pens of various colors in both ball-point and porous-tip styles. I did manage to put most of them down, but ultimately walked out with a four-pack of porous point black pens, using the justification that the only pens we have at work are the crappy give-aways that my boss gets for free when he orders our business cards. Weak, I know, but it's all I've got.
Better luck next Wednesday.
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