Magazine Storage

Magazine Storage

February 13th, 2006 @ 11:30 pm by Mrs. Ladybug
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From the very get go I was like “I’m not gonna buy any bridal magazines, such a waste of money, blah blah blah….” And now….

TA-DA!!!

I still think it’s a waste of money but I cannot resist temptation for I am a girl and this is what we do!! We say no when we really mean yes, we say we did something when we really didn’t, we say we’re not gonna do something when we really know we’re going to. We’re women. We say “don’t slap my ass” when making love when you know we really want it. Oopsie. Have I said too much? hahahaha I KID, I KID!

We’re complicated. Suck it up. Be a man.

Anyways so the magazines start piling up and then eventually you run out of room in your magazine basket or the piles you have under your desk or even in your bathroom. So what do you do? Mr. Ladybug makes me go through them and throw out ones I really don’t need, which btw I HATE doing!

Why do I have to throw them out?
Why must you make me pick and choose which Lucky magazine gets to stay or go!
Why do you hurt me so?!
Why don’t you love me?!
Why, why, why, why, why, why?!!!! Why have you forsaken me so?? Whyyyyyyyyyy???

I actually re-read this entry up to this point and I actually feel bad for my bf
…………………..
…ok I’m over it.

Solution: Magazine Files. Like, duh!

The Container Store
Ok I too, like a whole bunch of sick women out there, get really excited to the point of orgasm when I walk into The Container Store. I could stay there forever. You lose your man inside, not a big deal…TO YOU! There have been many times where Mr. Ladybug will find me and go “DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I TRIED CALLING YOU ON YOUR CELL PHONE?”

Damn, relax boyfriend. It’s not like I up and left the country. I was probably just a few aisles away. Shoot.