I had lunch with earlier with the Supershopper. I love this girl. She and I have been friends for years, and once upon a time we were inseparable. She and her husband, and the Republican and I, did almost everything together, and although I don’t see her nearly as much as I’d like these days - our kids are in different schools and life seems to have just got in the way - when I do we fall straight back into the same easy chatter.

We went to the Japanese sushi place that serves as my canteen. It’s pretty much the only place I go to anymore for lunch. I don’t seem to have any creative ability where restaurants are concerned, and you know I go there a lot when all the waitresses greet me by name.

The Supershopper is gorgeous. She is also always gorgeously dressed. She is much trendier than I, has great jewelry, and I have rarely seen her in the same thing twice. Today she leaned across the table and said she didn’t understand why their American Express bills were so high every month. She had decided she was going to itemise it to try and figure it out. Food, gas, clothes etc etc.

I started to laugh. ‘My darling girl,’ I said. ‘The reason your bills are so high is because you are a sport shopper. When you see something, you buy it, without thinking about the cost.’ She didn’t take offense, because I was right, and the reason I knew I was right is because I used to be a sport shopper too.

You remember those Runners I mentioned yesterday? Other people have Running and Tennis. Supershopper and the-old-Jane, have shopping.

In my former lifetime I remember well looking at those American Express bills and wondering how in the hell they could get so high. But a pair of shoes here, a necklace there, a handbag later, it all adds up, to sometimes shocking amounts.

I like to think my sport shopping days are over. The problem is Supershopper was wearing a great necklace. A little gold chain strung with tiny lotus leaves. It was beautiful, and delicate, and would suit me so very, very well. But it is also ridiculously expensive, and much too much money for me to spend on a whim.

I just got back from Main Street to see if I could find it. Thankfully I couldn’t (but I know a place online where I could…).

And, my last American Express bill was so low, I’m feeling I ought to buy myself a little treat to celebrate…

Oh God.

By the way, I was planning on writing more on a-palin’ (appalling - geddit?), and I was on a rant and a roll. I’ve decided she reminds me of the craziest of PTA Moms, but on steroids. I was in the midst of writing all sorts of emotionally upset and angry stuff when Beloved phoned and calmed me down. This is one of the many reasons why I love him.

He calms me down.

Happy Birthday my darling.

I love you.

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