In Which I Go A Little Nuts

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If you had been near the mall in Puyallup today, you would have seen a crazy red-eyed woman driving around in the parking lot with the windows down and a huge grin on her face, belting out the lyrics to (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman at the top of her lungs. That was me.

This has been simultaneously the best and worst birthday of my life, and while I am totally giddy and drunk with happiness at the moment, I never, ever want to have another one like it again.

I feel sort of like I did the night before I got married-- elated and excited and nervous all at the same time. I spent the vast majority of the day either on the phone (Thanks to everyone who called or wrote with birthday good wishes!) or shopping.

I did a lot of shopping.

First I went out to Best Buy and picked up a laptop, which is probably the most expensive birthday present I have ever gotten for myself, and certainly the most expensive purchase I've ever made without doing any research or price comparisons whatsoever. Then I went to the mall, where I proceeded to spend an obscene amount of money on a new dress, makeup, waxing, haircut, and dye job. I have to look fabulous when Jer sees me again, and those huge under-eye circles and an inch of ash-blond roots weren't going to cut it.

I then drove to the bookstore and picked up the next three books in the series Jer wants to continue reading while in the hospital, and some reading material for me. I'm normally fond of books with meaty intellectual content; poignant reads with strong emotions and characters, such as Anna Karenina or Catcher in The Rye. The books I picked up today, however, all contain protagonists whose most pressing problem in life is whether or not their Louis Vuitton handbags match their Giuseppe Zanotti shoes. These are books that I can totally escape into, since while they are well written the women in them only think about camouflage in terms of whether or not it's in as a fashion accessory-- in short they have lives so completely removed from mine that I can't relate to them at all and they let me relax for a while. (Though given the amount of money I dropped today on my clothes, hair and makeup perhaps I have more in common with them than I think.) Let me know if you have any book recommendations in this genre as it's not one I'm exactly familiar with. So far I've read a couple of Sophie Kinsella books and pretty much everything ever written by Meg Cabot.

Possibly I might have gone a little overboard. I mean, the man saw me a month and a half ago, for goodness sake! But I don't really care at the moment. Hopefully by this time tomorrow Jer will be here. I can't wait!

~Jess