So, yeah.

As a late christmas present, Matt took me to Victoria's Secret because honestly, I wanted some panties and I don't like shopping for panties so I thought it would be a good chance to get my panty shopping good and done with for the beginning of the year. You'd think walking in Victoria's Secret with your boyfriend to buy panties would be sexy, right? Like maybe sexy girls in pinstripe suits and angel wings sashay around the panty display, try this one, or this one, or this one!

Nah.

Apparently, we stumbled into the Secret of Victoria on the day of their semi-annual sale. Don't get me wrong, it's a good deal, knocking down a $13.00 panty that I saw just last week to $3.99 is pretty sweet. But what wasn't sweet was the feeding frenzy going on around each of the bins. When we first walked up to the store, I noticed the pink SALE sign, and thought, what luck! Today's my special day! Except then I saw the throngs of women, the men playing with their phones outside the store, hovering, and the old sumo-wrestler ladies, dear God, five of them must have elbowed me out of the way while reaching for leopard print thongs (I mean, really? I'm seeing the visual now. Ahhhhh, make it stop).

Mr. Matt had video feed of some football game on his phone and went outside to escape the madness. I collected my bounty and called him back in and then we waited on the longest mother f'n line in the history of mankind. (Seriously, people should not be allowed to open credit cards when there is a panty feast/orgy in the aisles of Victoria's Secret. It just causes more mayhem and confusion.)

Anyway, all the rainbow colored panties were wrapped in crimson tissue paper and I was handed a pink bag with VICTORIA'S SECRET SALE on both sides (just in case anyone you walk by in the next twenty minutes or hour or however long you're spending in the f'n mall has trouble reading where you've been).

I'm proud of my bounty, don't get me wrong, and the deals were good.

But Jesus f'n Christ, what a headache.

We recuperated by ordering enchiladas suizas and fajitas at a nearby Mexican Restaurant.

All in all, besides the panty madness, yesterday was a good day. I have enough panties now to construct my own makeshift panty tent. Screw paying rent, all I need is lace and frills and a spandex/cotton mix roof.

I got to go to pilates too. I'm getting a lil' six pack. Mwa ha ha. And then I went to Metro Fitness for a 10:30 yoga class with a wonderful teacher. The gym is improving, which is good.

The rest of the day was spent writing, I finished two outlines. Though they're quite long.

All in all, a most productive, panty filled day. Beautiful, sunny.

Paaaaaaaaaaaanties.

Over and out,
E