Day 42 of 61

Day 42 of 61: I got this!

Who's the bomb diggity?! I'm the bomb digg-it-tee!! I only have nineteen days left! I get goose bumps just thinking about it. Nineteen more days til shopping ....bliss!!! Lust List 1 and 2, oh yeah....your almost mine!

1,641,600 seconds left til shopping free-dom! I know, I know. Your thinking free-dumb! Relax people. I know what your thinking: I didn't do this to go sixty days, I did it to recover from an addiction. (eyes are rolling) I understand your concern. But, honestly, I need a good spree. Anyways, you have nineteen days to convince me to cool my jets. Good luck.

Exciting news: Da*n time! Godiva has finally gotten with the rest of the sane world, and has realized that the world is against any form of "chocolate", unless it is the only real chocolate, DARK CHOCOLATE. Godiva is officially featuring a limited-edition dark chocolate Halloween and truffle collection. I should be ecstatic, but for some reason I'm annoyed. Why the hell did it take so candy corn long! There is even a dark chocolate ganache skull. Can it possibly get any cooler?

For those of you who wished my boyfriend happy wishes for his marathon yesterday, THANK YOU! It was super exciting to support his amazing accomplishment. He's my hero, but without the tight jumpsuit. Even though he would look sex-ay in a jumpsuit. (wink, wink) It was so cold. Love, that is true love, is defined by how many hours you will stand in freezing cold weather to catch a glimpse of you running by. He swore me to secrecy to not blog about the emotions involved about this subject. So... I won't. But, I wish I could. So, instead I'll just take a moment to say he's the bun to my burger, the pasta to my sauce, the creamer to my coffee.

To enjoy life, is to watch two bananas, a few ballarinas, Elvis, Superman, Dark Vader, Wonderwoman, and your hubby run in short shorts in 20 degree weather for 26.2 miles. You should try it, do it, it's what the cool people are doing.

I promise to blog every day this week. (even though promises are made to be broken)

Goodnight,
Discouraged Shopaholic