Tammi's World

Torture

Why is it when ever I get down here to Florida again there is at least one day of "Hey, let's torture Tammi!"?

Seriously.

I had to take Lana back to the dealer to get her final check before we hit the road Tuesday. Cuz followed me up there and we were gonna do Girl Stuff on the way home.

She took me to a damned home decorating place.

That had Christmas stuff on sale.

There was a life size Santa that I would kill someone for.

I. Cannot. Buy. Anything.

Hours. We spent HOURS in the flippin' place. Looking at Christmas trees. Ohhhh I'd love a pretty nice new Christmas tree. Yes, I already have 5 in varying sizes, but seriously. Can you have too many Christmas trees? No. I think not.

Garland. Beautiful garland that I really really want for along the top of my kitchen cupboards. Except I don't know how much I'll need. And where would I store it for now? Yeah, can't get it - but it's exactly what I want. And on sale.

Damn her.

Candle holders. Chrystal and stunning candle holders. I think you are probably well aware of how I feel about those.....

Wreaths. I need new ones.

Shit.

Silk flowers and plants. Looked so real. Perfect.

Pots. I love pretty pottery pots.

It about killed me, and I know most anyone that knows me very well will not believe this but I did not so much as buy a single flower. Nothing. I walked out empty handed.

But it was absolute Tammi Torture. Damn. I even asked Cuz what the hell I ever did to her to put me through this.

The next thing you know, she'll be taking me to a damned shoe store.......

Posted by Tammi at December 29, 2006 02:47 PM | TrackBack