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My Life Thus Far
2005-12-10 05:22:01 (UTC)

Success Is The Best Revenge

I'm so exhausted I can hardly think straight. But, it's my
own fault. The saying "shop til you drop" probably wasn't
meant to be taken literally. The sad thing is I didn't buy
not one single Christmas present. I know, I know. You may
be thinking it, but you don't have to say it. I'm not good
at shopping for Christmas in July. I'm more of a shop by
the seat of your pants, buy gifts 11:30pm Christmas Eve at
Walgreen's kind of shopper. What can I say? It's a
character flaw.

Today's shopping expedition was for the sole purpose of
acquiring Snookie the perfect birthday present. Since he
has to leave on Monday (the actual day of his birthday)
I'm devoting the entire weekend to his happiness. He does
so much for me every day of the year, he deserves a little
attention. I decided the mall was my best bet for a good
gift. I came up with a plan. I was going to get him
something he could use and would really like, but I also
wanted to have a little fun with him. I'm going to dress
up like a slut (a little role-play is good for any
marriage). So, I combed the mall for just the right items.
I've already got the perfect black undergarments (bra and
thong), so I bought a black lace garter belt and thigh
highs at JC Penny's, "fuck me" boots (that's what Snookums
calls leather knee high boots. He says that's what those
boots say to a man when a woman wears them) from Mervyn's
(on sale, 50% off!) and a really long beaded necklace and
matching earrings at Claire's. My goal is to look as cheap
as possible, even though I spent an arm and a leg to
achieve such a trampy look. Snookums actual gift was
simple, practical, but nice. I got him a little
inspirational plague that says "Success Is The Best
Revenge" and baby blue silk boxer briefs and the matching
muscle shirt. He's already opened the gifts. He thought
the plague was perfectly suited to his personality and
he's already showered and is lounging on the couch in his
new underthings. He's got no idea what's going to happen
next :) Since we're not doing cake I'm going to stick a
candle into a piece of Weight Watcher's key lime pie and
sing happy birthday to him.

Snookie's parents sent him gifts today, too. His dad sent
him $100.00 and a signed copy of "It's Your Ship". It's a
leadership book written by a retired Commanding Officer of
the USS Benfold. I flipped through it and I think it's the
most thoughtful gift. It really will help Snookie become a
stronger leader. It's written in very simple language that
should maintain his interest beyond just the first
chapter. Sue sent Snookums a gift that I'm not entirely
sure I'm fond of. A leopard print bed in a bag. Snookums
took one look at it and decided he just had to have it on
the bed right then. So, I was sent on a sheet-hunt. The
closest place was Wal-mart, so at 8pm I was buying
mediocre sheets and pillows so Snookie could have his
leopard bed. I settled on a cappucino colored set, which
matches the bed perfectly, but clashes with the greenish-
brown drapes something fierce. I always considered the
bedroom my space. I was even looking forward to painting
it a serene jade green and getting lavender and jade
bedding and accessories to decorate in. But, now my
sanctuary looks like the madam's boudoir in a brothel.
I'll keep it this way for a few months, then when he
leaves for 6 months I'll do what I want. Our entire living
room is devoted to his obsession for big cats. I've got to
have at least one room that belongs to me and the bathroom
doesn't count (there's big pink flowers on our shower
curtain, it was on sale at Linens N' Things, I couldn't
pass it up :)

Oh! I almost forgot...I've lost 2 pounds! I'm now
officially 174 pounds. 2 days of doing the right thing and
I'm back on track! After all the running around I did
today, I wonder where I'll be at tomorrow? I must be going
for now though. I've got some slutting down to do :o Ciao!




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