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I ended up getting some undershirts for my husband for V-day. Maybe not so romantic, but definitely practical. And it even came with one bonus shirt and a trial size deodorant! I ended up getting a slight bout of food poisoning, so I slept 20 out of 24 hours that day. I asked my family if they minded celebrating the next day.  My husband sent us 3 girls (me, daughter & dog) some chocolate covered fortune cookies. They were cute, but sadly I could only look at them and roll over.
I went Wednesday to sign up as a product tester at another local facility. They put some product behind my ear and I wasn't allowed to wash it until after they saw it today Friday. Wish I had known that before I went. I washed it the day before. So I showered this morning, headed over to the lab for them to check it out and right over to the salon to get my hair washed and cut. I told her 6 inches, but it looks like she took off about 10 - yeah, my hair was that long. I don't mind, Sara is great, so she'll cut it/layer it/style it so it fits me and then only charge me $25.  I like it. Then I went across the way to Victoria Secret. I received a coupon for a free panty. Then I thought, I really do need a new bra. The last good one I bought was pre pregnancy and my kid's 7! Turns out, the bras I've been wearing are 2 cups too small. $152 later, I have 3 new bras and 4 panties. Very expensive for me, but I figured, it's the last time I'll be treating myself in a while and I don't think my husband will mind.  Wink, wink. Couldn't stop there. I went to get my friend a birthday present and ended up buying myself a purse instead. Whoops! Stopped at the pet store and got the dog a crate for the car and a new ball and then on my way home, stopped again at a little main street buy my house and ended up getting my friend her birthday gift.  So much for saving that money.
While I was walking on "main street" from one store to the next, some young kid introduced himself to me. As I shook his hand and gave him my name, he asked to hang out.  But he didn't ask, it was more as if he was telling me.  When I told him I was married, he started speaking/shouting in Hebrew while whipping his hand back and making some gestures - I think he was warding off the evil spirits from shaking a married woman's hand or something. Mind you he was also dressed as a Rastafarian.  Whatever it was, I couldn't help but giggle..  I always did attract the weird ones.