I just discovered that cheering yourself up can be a little challenging when you’re wiping blood from your lips after your two-year-old baby sister throws a bunch of keys at your face. Since fighting back is useless and could even be considered child abuse, I just shaved eighteen years off my age and yelled, “Mooooom! Sofia threw the keys at me!!!” For extra sympathy points, I showed my messy, bleeding lower lip.
Her punishment? A scolding from Mom and confinement to the bed with her bottle of milk. I grinned smugly and felt all the glory of being five again.
I returned to the breast cancer bag bazaar in Jibreen last Wednesday to get a few things for myself and J’s wife. I invited Ina and she brought three more girls who were all delighted with their purchases. I found a basic Fendi for only 100 but what really made my day was the Valentino bag that I got for 300. A bit pricey for the bazaar, but it was so pretty, and almost new, and *so* unique that I grabbed it and didn’t let go. I even found out that it was reversible after I got home.
I now know what shopping therapy means. For an hour, I almost forgot that my Kuchi was leaving that same night and it might be years before I see him again.
But enough about depressing thoughts; I did promise him that I’d try to be happy. 🙂 That promise came second after #1: Always take care of yourself. And then there was #3: Try to communicate. I have another VIP in my global email roll.
Now where was I? Oh yes, I need to have those bags dry-cleaned.