i was trying on sparkly leggings when i realized i'm a terrible person.

for the past two days,
cory has been deathly ill.

yesterday i promised to pick up

soup, orange juice, saltines, cough drops and dayquil.

so after work,

i zipped on over to target to buy supplies.

but on my way to get them,

i got sidetracked by a couple of clearance racks
screaming at me.

they were practically begging me to look at them.

it feels like years since i have had the chance

to browse on my own.

author's note: 

shopping alone is like my yoga.

it's also like my crack.

so i did what any horrible person would do,

i pushed my poor, sick husband to the back of my head

and i took my time.

i filled my cart to the brim and snuck

every single item in the dressing room with me.

i tried on each piece,

imagined where i would wear it,

how i would do my hair,

and cory's reaction when he saw it.

and after all that hunting and selecting and adjusting
and just a little self-guilting,

i narrowed my pile down to one.

purple, cute, fancy or cazjy. 

it was perfect.

i hung each item back on its hanger

so the dressing room attendant wouldn't hate me

and went on my merry sick-supply-shopping way.

i remembered his pulp free orange juice

and triple berry fruit breezers.

i threw in some broccoli cheddar soup and oreos

to ease my troubled mind.

when i got home and confessed what i had done,

he told me my shirt was pretty and "so you,"

and was slightly upset i didn't buy myself anything else.

i mean...really?

other than his affinity for pulp free orange juice,

he's perfect.