I'm an impulse buyer, as many people have established. I'm the freak that has to try out every new flavor of candy, soda, and junk food even if I know damn well I'm not going to eat it all. The whole blogging thing has just been an excuse for years of sudden overwhelming obsession to try the latest Fruit Roll Up fad. This isn't limited to grocery stores, either, I do it everywhere. I pick through the $1 bins at Michael's like nobody's business hoping that somewhere in the bottom of the pile is the perfect paper punch I've been needing to top off a page in my scrapbook.



A few days ago I was at Ulta getting a regular trim on my hair just to clean off the ends. When it was over I picked up a new bottle of sea kelp hair gel and headed over to buy a pair of tweezers before checking out. My eyebrows grow like they've been ordered to do so by communist leaders and their sole purpose in life is to flourish hair above my eyelids. My tweezer had been lost for 3 days, and the situation was getting desperate. I asked one of the clerks to point me to the tweezer section and as I looked it over she picked up a cheap plastic bin on the floor with tubes of tweezers all in animal print and made mention how much she wanted to get one of them. I picked out a cute pair of leopard tweezers and made my way to the register.

While I was there, I found that my club card was still lost and in the process of ordering a new one I didn't bother checking my total. It wasn't until the next day when I logged into my bank account and saw I dropped $85 at Ulta. My eyes bulged in disbelief, I scrambled to the bag, still nearby, and pulled out the receipt. The tweezers had cost me $25, and I had already used them. $25 for a pair of fucking tweezers, all because I wanted the cute ones with the leopard print. Granted, they're damn good tweezers, but I'm doubtful they'd be any more effective than a $5 one from Target.

I'm still in disbelief at my slip-up. I'd say it was the biggest disbelief of the week, but that spot is reserved for Friday night when I heard my boyfriend discuss his current career interests to my mother. Never in my life did I think my mother would say that a mortician is a completely acceptable job and that she had considered it for herself at one point only choosing not to because of wanting to have steady work hours for her children. 25 years and never did my mother reveal her interest in dealing with the dead.