The Brown Sac of Doom

Dress: Thrifted         Cardi: H&M            Shoes: Target ($4!)       Belt: Thrifted

 

Do you ever have a crappy day over the tiniest thing ever.

I my friends...am a chump.

I am sad to report that yesterday I.was.one.of.those.people.

The story really begins a few years back.

Me and Matt were making some tough decisions, I mean life altering. Interior design decisions.

We were at The Bed The Bath and The Beyond

The conversation went something like this.

Me "What kind of color scheme do you want our bedroom to have?"

Sir Matt: "I dunno...oh my gosh look how huge those martini glasses are. I've always wanted to have fancy glasses. Let's buy them!"

Me: "I like red,black and white!"

Sir Matt "I'd make pina coladas every day of my life if we had those glasses!" 

Me: "ooh I love this one! Simple and chic. Let's get this comforter!"

Sir Matt: "No that's girly, I don't want a girly bedroom."

Me: "But now you have a girl in your bedroom..."

Sir Matt: "I like this brown one...ooh and it's way cheaper than the one you like."

Me: "That's because it's uglier than mine...and frumpy."

Sir Matt: " Come on it's sixty percent off!"

Me: "And there is a reason for that...its poopy."

Sir Matt: "You can pick the dishes AND get the damask shower curtain if we can get this comforter. PLUS, it'll save us money."

Me: "Buuuhhhh this whole compromising in marriage thing is not fun....guuuhhhhh okay."

And since this dark and dreary day I have had the poopiest comforter of all comforters, and every day that I see that terrible thing I loathe it more each day. I've considered "accidentally" slipping on it and possibly ripping it...but that thing is ford tough. I once even "accidentally" dropped my breakfast burrito on it, but Matt was to frugal to let a burrito make him buy a new comforter

So I have been trying to convince Matt to let me get a new comforter (the simple and chic kind if you must know) and he agreed AS LONG AS it was not expensive, and by not expensive he's talking thirty bucks not expensive. Most people get shirts for 30 smackaroos people.

So I've been on a mission to find the perfect comforter for thirty bucks ever since (impossible right??)

So imagine my complete and utter glee when my friend texts me about a really nice, brand new, down comforter on Amazon that is 90% off and only $16. I 'bout imploded with joy. I ordered that thing as fast as I could and then relished in the thought of sleeping in  my fluffy, bright, simple comforter, you know something that doesn't look like a skid mark on a baby diaper.

And then an hour later I got an e-mail that the item was sold out and that Amazon let me buy an item that didn't exist. 

People.People. I about cried. I slumped over in sadness knowing that my days with my poopy blanket of doom had many days yet to taunt me in its ugliness.

And then I had a crappy day because of a dang comforter.

the end.

I'm about as pitiful as they come.

So before I get back in my thoughts of that blanket o' terror. Could you tell me something silly that you had a bad day over once? Maybe just to cheer me up? Tank you tank you.