I turned 29 years old today. Can y’all believe that? I feel so old. I’m almost 30! Whaaaat?
Wanna know what I did? Woke up and went shopping. As if I don’t shop enough already, I used my birthday as an excuse to do more shopping.
I bought a pair of jeans at T.J. Maxx. Really, I love that store. I could live in it. I’d be quite content there.
I’m kind of funny about my jeans. So it was a stroke of luck, or rather, a blessing from above, take it how you will, that I found them. I don’t really care for extra stretchy denim. I know most people love it. But I am just not one of those people. I prefer that tougher denim, the kind that was more popular back in the 90s, and has a little less stretch in it, a little less give until you wear them for a few hours. I don’t really know how to describe it. (Some author I am, right?) Maybe y’all know what I’m talking about, maybe y’all don’t, I don’t know.
Anyway, when I come across that kind of denim, in a pair of jeans that fit me just right, I snatch em up. More than one pair if I can. I found a pair about a month ago and I absolutely love them. But they only had the one pair. It’s a brand I wear a lot of, and the jeans are actually from like two seasons ago. 2018, I believe. So they aren’t just hanging out on the shelves everywhere. I’ve been popping into the store about once a week hoping to find more, but it’s been nothing but stretchy denim. A lot of new arrivals and stuff, but stretchy.
I was looking around today, and on a whim, because I rarely check out the clearance section. I probably should, that’s the smart thing to do, but I just never do. It’s no where near my section of clothing, so I just never think about it. Anyway, low and behold, but what did I find… one pair of the same exact jeans I bought a month ago. For… half the price!
Can you say Happy Birthday to me? I sho did!
That’s all I bought though. I looked at purses and kitchen stuff, but in the end I left with only the jeans.
I did go by the Cookout and get a chocolate syrup milkshake, which I’ve never had. It tasted like my childhood, by the way. Fitting, given it’s my birthday and all. It’s like when I was a kid and I’d ask my mom for a glass of chocolate milk with the Hershey’s syrup? It tasted just like that, in milkshake form. Delicious!
Also, a little tidbit completely irrelevant to the rest of this post, I worked yesterday, and we have gone from 30,000 words to 35,000 on novel number three! (For anyone curious, that’s a total of about 140 actual book pages.) Woo-hoo! Progress! (Don’t remind me that I’ve still got 50,000 words to go, just don’t remind me.)
Will see y’all later!