I did something the other day that I normally do not do. I bought something (not needed) for myself. I just couldn't help it. I went into this store looking for postcards. I walked around and spotted this cute little bunny. I picked him up and that was it... I knew I was going to buy him. I thought, oh he'll be sweet for one of the grandkids. After debating which grandkid, I knew that was an excuse—he was for me. But geez I didn't need a bunny. And yet, I couldn't put him down. I tried.
I stood at the counter waiting for the mother and her two kids to check out. The woman turned, a dreamy look in her eye. "Oh, that bunny. I saw him. Isn't he the cutest?" She knew what I was feeling.
I shook my head yes and squeezed it. I wondered if I was turning into a loony old lady. "I just can't put him down."
Paying the outlandish price for this silly bunny didn't faze me. My husband always jokes I'm so tight with money I squeak. And I squeak loudest with myself.
When I got home, I put bunny on the bed with the other two fellas (that husband bought for me) and I waited for Norm to notice. Surprisingly it didn't take him long.
"Where'd this come from?" Norm pointed to the bunny.
"Isn't he the cutest? I bought him for myself. I just couldn't help it. I don't know what's the matter with me."
"What'd that cost?" Norm secretly likes to hear my tales of bargains.
"I'm not telling." I felt shameful having spent good money on a stuffed animal. But one touch and I was doomed. I get over the shame once bunny is in my arms. Clearly the lady at the counter only looked at the bunny.
So, Mom did you ever do that? I think I got my squeakiness from you and I can't picture you buying anything (just for the heck of it) for yourself.
I wonder what I should name him, any suggestions?