If you are a follower of my blog, you may know I believe in a little sumtin’sumtin’ called Treat yo’self (I even wrote a blog post dedicated to it- click me!). I wholeheartedly prescribe to this philosophy. However, since my engagement, I have had a looming feeling of must not spend any money – this in not Johns doing at all. It’s my own psychosis. In fact, on a recent trip to the mall I pondered aloud whether or not I should invest in a laptop. Well, I love to write… it would make me more committed and accountable of my writing and taking care of my health… it is and investment… totally worth it.
At that very moment, John blurted out: Treat yo’ self!
Me: So you think I should do it too…?
John: Do what?
Me: Treat my… buy myself the laptop?
John: I was just reading that ad for cupcakes…[pointing to an advertisement for cupcakes]
Take it as you will, but I took it as a sign from above. Literally, the sign was above my head. I bought myself a beautiful new macbook air, and I love her. Compliments of Apple, I also received new headphones for free. I know, Alanis… it’s a free ride when you’ve already paid. Whatever. Teachers and students, listen up, we get perks! Naturally I chose the hot pink Beats, because who doesn’t love looking like a clown while jogging.
I am a firm believer that if you don’t want to use your brand new things immediately, you don’t truly love it. If you don’t go shopping and try to figure out a way you can wear all of your new clothes within that day, return them. You hate them. I have been dying to use my beats, but I also made a promise to myself that I would wait to run until after Bikram. Lemmetellyou, they are ear pillows. And adorable ear pillows at that.
I just had a beautiful run, avoiding the boardwalk for the day, I took to the side streets. Granted, I was almost hit by three cars, but the Beats made up for it. My ears just took a siesta on their ear pillows, and I’m a happy chick drinking some Arnold Palmer (lemonade and iced tea for you plebeians) on my porch. Also, feel free to admire the garden growing behind me. What garden you ask? Yes, John and I kill any living plant we come into contact with. Even the cactus.