Therapy.

I woke up this morning craving a little retail therapy. I don't necessarily know what I needed therapy for... I was happy, the sun was shining, but I needed it. My aunt Heather sent me a gift card a few weeks ago (thank you Heather, I love you!) so I knew if I fulfilled my desires with that, I wouldn't get in trouble with my honey. I was rummaging through my purse to make sure it was in there and found not 1, but 2 Victoria Secret gift cards. My excitement quickly diminished when I realized there was probably a buck on each of them. I called the 1-800-Sexy number to get my balances, and to my SHOCK there was $21 on one, and $32 on the other. ooo-OOOO (Baby Mama, also the sound I make when Ashtyn and I enter a night club with Dax strapped to the front of her.) This was going to be the most ballinest shopping trip EVA! I got to store number 1, looked around, tried a few things on, but due to my prego body that isn't even prego, hated them all. I was about to leave when I saw the beauties below under a flashing sign that read "$15 and under" (so the sign wasn't really flashing, just in my head.) I ran over to them and they were my size, but marked at $25. I quickly went to the cute little gal working there and asked what the deal was, she said "Oh, that's odd. I'll give them to you for $9.99" Shut up. Uh ring those babies up girl. GORGEOUS!

And this darling necklace priced at: $6.99

I love this store. The PINK line...my favorite. So I got a few of the comfiest T's in the world, this hand cream I've always loved, and Amber Romance perfume. Has anyone smelled this stuff? It's to die for. My mom and sister have it, and I became obsessed with when I went to visit.

I am now off to color my hair. Yes I've been doing it myself since I don't have Jadey at my side here in San Di-ah-go. Ghetto. I know. But seriously.