I want, I want, I need, I need

As I was waiting for my threading appointment (a well kept brow is a must for this gal about town) I was FORCED to read one of the many magazines that are dedicated to celebu-news. I have, on occasion actually paid good money for these publications and probably should have instead simply just wiped my ass with the five bucks or set it on fire because it would have been about as productive and I likely would have lost less brain cells. That being said, I have since resolved to not pay for them so, I am reduced to reading them in kitchen check out lines and at the spa.

Of interest was an article (can I really call something that is only four paragraphs long an article? more like an articlette) about Angelina Jolie's worrying thinness. According to "an unidentifed source close to the star" poor Angelina was unable to eat because every time she tried to eat, she was overcome with guilt about all the people in the world that didn't have enough to eat and was unable to put fork to mouth. I was left wondering if she felt the same guilt when she put on her $1,200 sunglasses or took a private jet; was she overcome with guilt about all the people in the world that couldn't afford Ray Bans or a Gulfstream?

All of this was rather topical given my current obsession with shopping. At the best of times, I really, really love buying clothes, or let's be honest, shoes. But now, I have discovered ebay and have already been able to get the beautiful silver Birkenstocks for half price, HALF PRICE; that's practically FREE! My next objective is to get Puma's at HALF PRICE or, as I like to think of it, FREE.

Of course, Mr. Lemony Lemonade's head is going to explode if I keep going but then I remind him he could be married to Posh Spice and she is obnoxiously spendy, like $20,000 on a throw cushion. Then again, that would make him David Beckham; a studly footballer wandering around the house in a sarong and a faux-hican hairdo, so really, who's he to take me to task over a $20,000 throw cushion.

Just as I am sitting here on the verge of gross delusion having convinced myself that I can, I can afford that Pucci silk scarf, I look over and what do I see - Baby Girl, butt naked (preferred state of affairs in Baby Girl's world) watching Max & Ruby with a hair clip attached to her nose. On second thought, put the $150 in the college fund for my special little princess.