Two Days of Research Done

The other day I got all sucked into the vortex that is the interwebs when I decided to see what adventures she & her family were on in their new home of Chicago when I saw these. Before I knew it I had gone upstairs to grab my credit card and purchased myself a pair in black.

After the sale was completed, I realized that maybe I shouldn’t be making rash decisions about purchasing things at 2:30 in the morning.  A time that I would have normally been asleep for close to six hours at this point.  (Yes I understand how lame I sound by telling the world that most nights I am asleep by 8:30 PM, but I am pretty sure we established my lameness earlier this week.)

I tossed and turned all night long.  Not because of buyers remorse, but because my darling husband was peacefully sleeping next to me and Chewey the Cat was wandering around the house just randomly meowing….you know, because she can.

While trying to sleep I will admit that I wondered if people ever got bark correcting collars for their cats and how much something like that would set me back.

This morning, after two and a half hours of sleep, I head off to work while the husband enjoys a day off.  I muddle through my morning….with caffeine.

The husband tells me on my lunch that he has found the perfect television for us.  A little back story….the husband told me two days ago that our television’s tube was dying.  (yes, yes we had one of those behemoth television sets that no one has any more)  I told the husband that perhaps he should start researching a television set if we were going to need one sooner than later. 

I know, I know…you all are asking why I am surprised that it took him two days to find a television that he likes.  I am here to tell you that this man researches everything to the point of exhaustion.  It took him nearly two weeks to figure out which waffle iron to get.  We went weeks without a working microwave.  But a television, one of the most expensive things we’ve had to purchase in our marriage…..two days.

So during my lunch hour, in my sleepy stupor, I committed to my husband not only buying a television, but we got one so large my nearly six foot daughter can do this with the box.

The Chicken in a Panasonic Viera Box

I will admit it is nicer and the picture is clearer.  But, suddenly I don’t feel so bad about purchasing those boots at 2:30 in the morning.

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  1. oOoOoo i love those boots! and it was a really great deal! 😀

  2. Great minds think alike…I too bought those boots at Pauline’s suggestion. 🙂