At last! The wonderful, sweet, and long-awaited arrival!
No, no, no. Not of my sister's baby. I mean of my ATM card, silly.
It has really been ages since I have had access to immediate money in my hot little hand. Since before my vacation, at any rate. Apparently my bank decided to take their sweet time replacing it.
Of course, now that my little chip of blue plastic is where it belongs, back in my wallet, I wasted no time taking it out and immediately blowing $152 in about an hour of online shopping. Before you all gasp in horror, though, hear me out:
- A package of relaxing vanilla/buttermilk/lavender bath salts, soaps, lotions, and potions for my sister. She is about, oh, nine months pregnant at this point, and very shortly will be in desperate need of some self-indulgence. Well, even more so than she is right now, anyway.
- A bouquet of roses and other assorted pretty flowers from Israel, to be delivered next Tuesday. If my nephew has not appeared on the scene by then, the doctors are going in there after him Tuesday morning. Hence, flowers.
- Thursday morning is my five-year-old niece's birthday. So she is getting a "Barbie Loves Spongebob Squarepants" Barbie. Seeing as how my niece loves both Barbie...and Spongebob Squarepants.
- And finally, in keeping with a long-running inside joke with my niece (I know, you are wondering how long can an inside joke have been running with a five-year-old, but trust me on this one), she will also be receiving a wheel of Camembert cheese. The joke essentially involves the desirability, or rather, the lack thereof, of receiving "STINKY CHEESE!!!" for one's birthday. We have been threatening to purchase stinky cheese for one another for several years now, and I decided that, five being such a landmark number, it was time to make good on the threat.