I order so much stuff so frequently, I sometimes forget what I have ordered. That picture isn’t really mine, but it’s not uncommon for me to come home at the end of a day and find a few packages sitting there waiting on me. I received an email this morning alerting me that an order had shipped and should arrive in a few days. I couldn’t remember what it was, until I scrolled down the email to see a picture and the order details of the shipment. Sometimes I’ll receive a package and won’t remember what it is until I open the box. That happened about a week ago. I wrote about it here (I Received A Package Today), but the only problem was, the package was misdelivered. It wasn’t meant for me. I was disappointed. Even though the contents were things I could have used and enjoyed, I returned the package to the sender. I’m still a great big kid. I love getting packages, even if I have to send them to myself.
Most of the things I order are not all that fabulous; they are fabulous to me, though. But to anybody outside looking in, most things are every day, ordinary, mundane things. Like, this particular order was a tee shirt with a benign, silly little inscription sprawled across the front. A few days ago, I ordered some coffee pods for my work Keurig. I also ordered some paper straws recently, as many facilities in the area stopped providing the traditional plastic ones, so I take my own (when I can remember to carry them along with me); I also order the majority of my groceries online and many of my health and beauty aids too.
As an early birthday present last week, I ordered a Nikon digital camera and a bottle of Remy Martin 1738 Accord Royal Cognac. I’ve begun using the camera and getting acquainted with all of its features. I can hardly wait to sip the Remy. April 24th can’t get here fast enough. I hadn’t consumed any alcohol since the beginning of Lent, which continues through April 17th – three days before Easter.
I have long been a big shopper. I’ve written about that here in a post titled, Shopping Fiends. I use to think my proclivity for shopping was an unhealthy addiction, but then I realized just how much mom loved to shop, though her love for shopping was on a whole other level. She shopped all around the world. She would even plan trips to certain places just for the opportunity to go shopping, be it Okinawa, Milan, Frankfurt, or some place domestic. But I will continue my shopping for now. I figure since I have no kids, no pets, my car is paid for, and I don’t have any parents or grandparents or anybody else dependent upon me for my money – no I’m not anybody’s sugar daddy – why not spend my money on me? So, that’s what I’ll continue to do.