You thought Politicians were crazy.......

I think I have noted in previous post how weird the squirrels are here in DC. Anyways, I confirmed this a few months ago when one threw a bagel at me as I left my house. Seriously. Lauren and I were walking out of our apartment and a bagel flew by my head. We looked around and then up and starring back at us was the culprit.

Today took these rodents to another level. As Lo and I walked home from parking, we were stopped in our tracks as we saw the unthinkable. A DC squirrel standing with his front paws perched on the bumper of this red car........eating away at the bumper. Again. SERIOUSLY. We can not make this stuff up. I nor Lauren am not that creative. We stood there a foot away from this rodent and saw where he has gnawed his way across the length of the bumper of this car.

I told you they are strange.

Confessions Part II

Greetings readers. The SAH is back in action. I bet you thought it would be a lot longer wait before your next confessions. Tonight is your lucky night. I think.

Shit. I almost forgot....Guess what!!!!! We found the black leather JACKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well at least we bought one..It hasn't arrived, but we have high hopes we will soon complete the look and have a totally cute outfit. You, of course, will be the first to know if it worked or not.

Back to my reason for blogging. Another confession. As I am blogging, Project Runway is playing in the background. Obviously I am not tuned in, as I am typing on the computer, but as an SAH, I am required (yes, required) to watch this t.v. show. Guys who read this blog should not act like they are never required to do things by their significant other. You're not pulling my leg or your significant other that is probably reading this too.

But again back to my topic. Project Runway has been a staple in our relationship. We have watched this for six seasons. Lauren picks a front runner favorite and goes with that designer. She gets ideas and inspirations and then looks for it in the department stores, boutiques, and vintage stores.

Note: This show has the most weepers I have every seen (and they are not female). Annoying.

Oh the life of me...Until next time.

Should be working.....

So this is a secret post...shhh...I'm at work, but just had to reflect on how the taste of certain foods can take you back home. Well I just had that moment. Our Legislative Director, who just happens to be from Columbus, had her birthday this past weekend. What was her cake? Just the most amazing Turtle Cheesecake from Jubilations......I had a slice a minute ago and was instantly taken back to Columbus.

If you do not know me that well, then I have to tell you that Turtle Cheesecake from Jubilations is my favorite and just so happens to be my birthday cake. Has been for many years. So if you are feeling generous, send one to me :) It's not my birthday, but will be soon. Oh yeah, and I like the cake to have a nut less crust. They make it, I know.

Confessions.....

You know the book, you know the movie, but do you really understand its reality? I'm about to take you deeper than you can imagine. The reality is that you may not understand the true meaning of a shopaholic; that is, until you see it from my perspective……….. these are the confessions of a shopaholic’s husband. That’s right. Yes, a shopaholic can “confess”, but never whole heartedly. They leave out little secrets or make their “confession” seem sweet and innocent so you end up feeling sorry for them. From my perspective and my confessions, you will get the truth; open to public, without buffering.

Shopping for labels, shopping for love. Oh wait. She has already found love (uughh me!) so it’s the first part that still continues, right? Or is the love really me? She shops for labels AND for love. The love of finding that perfect black, long-sleeve, leather, crop jacket that features a zip closure and waist zip pockets, handmade in Italy that will go perfectly over that flowing Rebecca Taylor top, bottomed with her black Blank Skinny jeans and of course her to die for black patent Jimmy Choo booties. Now that is true love. Why can't she just find that jacket! Geeez, that outfit would be like totally perfect and cute. For sure.
And you wonder how I know all about the labels? Because I am a shopaholic’s husband. I have to know what brands are “in” and “out” for the season. I have to know what brands are Contemporary (which means of the time, i.e. Rebecca Taylor, MINT, Milly) and what brands are staples in fashion (i.e. Chanel, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Prada, etc.). Yes, being a shopaholic’s husband is much different from being a regular husband. It takes a strong person to be one; you can’t just become one overnight. You must be educated, knowledgeable, passionate, and dedicated. A normal husband doesn’t get the pleasure of receiving countless emails from their wives during the work day with nothing in the text but “so cute”, “I love this”, or just simply “please?” followed by a link to a dress, a pair of shoes, or a hand bag. Wait…..did I just say “hand bag” and not purse…That’s a Shopaholic’s Husband for you, SAH for short.
Part I- The Beginning

Where did this begin? I have to wonder if it began years ago. One picture comes to mind. Lo as a tiny person dressed in her moms knee highs and pearls singing at the top of her lungs. The singing didn't last, but boy did that love for fashion. Since then it has been a nonstop ride. Flash forward to the side ponies, oversized shirts, stirrup pants, and keds. Then on to high school, where the days were filled with school dress codes, but fear not… bebe was waiting every Friday for that perfect top for the weekend...ahhh the glorious bebe tops.

College. Oh. My. Her addiction is in full effect. She has moved from phase 2 - Mental Addiction to phase 3 - Physical Addiction. Phase 3 is the last and most serious form of addiction. Intervention should have occurred. Endless hours of online shopping consumed most of her time, but those miniskirts and high heels made the boys turn. I must admit, that online shopping got me. So should I thank shopbop.com for bringing us together? Or her parents? Or both? For if it wasn’t for her parents buying her that computer and mini mouse, that shopbop website would have not utilized. But then if shopbop had not been created, that black mini skirt and lime green heals would not have been purchased. But then again, if mommy and daddy's credit card did not contain the perfect numbers for easy memorization, then those items would also not have been available for purchase. It gets really complicated.
During the writing of this, I realized this cannot be just one post. It deserves multi-posting. Therefore, I will sign off for the moment and let you wonder what happens next with Confessions of a Shopaholic’s Husband.