Here’s the thing: I don’t drink coffee. I can count on one hand the number of sips I’ve tried. It’s so repulsive to me, I cannot swig it down in a Frappuccino that is 87% sugar, 11% heavy whipping cream, and 2% coffee. I won’t even eat tiramisu, failure of an Italian American that I … [Read more…]
Retail therapy. Shopping addiction. Following in the footsteps of Cher Horotwiz*. I have a lot of stuff. Way too much stuff, in fact. While I’ve written about decluttering my office and the whole first floor of our house, I’ve stopped short of sharing the nitty gritty details of the upstairs. Because it’s kind of embarrassing.
The call of dollar stores is irresistible to some. Others insist on adhering to the you get what you pay for adage. I probably fall squarely in the between both camps. Overall, my shopping forays have taught me that not all dollar stores are equal. Now, it’s Dollar Tree or nothing. While Dollar Tree will not … [Read more…]