Yesterday, I turned 26. The chances of me committing feats of genius after this age grow statistically dim. Let’s face it, the rest of my life is a fight against inertia. Or gravity. Or whichever force pulls us towards chaos and cellulite. Morgan Freeman, where are you?
In other news, my family gave me $150 for my birthday towards a $300 Kate Spade purse I’ve had my eye on. What they didn’t tell me is that they had already ordered it in the mail, so basically my choices are to 1. Give them back their money and pay them another $150 for the purse or 2. Return the purse and keep their money.
I’ve never seen the movie Sophie’s Choice but I’m pretty sure it felt something like this.
I’m now in that push-and-pull “Do I $300 love it?” battle. Rational Lauren is telling me to return it, but selfish Lauren just keeps telling me how much it already matches the things I own: