I had been soooooo good.

Two weeks without a shopping spree. No mini-trips. No pick-me-up sprints. No online splurges. No dragging Lila all over town in search of shoe sales and mini skirts. Not even a quick run into a bookstore!

Then I realized that I had completely forgotten some birthdays and Father’s Day. That gave me reason to spend a few hours at the mall.

I think my plastic has a sprain.

But I have found a way to make sure that I don’t spend too much though. I wear heels to go shopping. That way my feet will start to hurt after about 2-3 hours, then I’ll want to stop. (Or go shoe shopping.)