I Went Shopping

And hid the evidence in the frunk

It happens every year. Halloween ends, the temperature drops five degrees, the leaves turn a little crispier, and suddenly I’m overcome by what can only be described as retail hunger. I. Must. Shop. Yesterday, after dropping my son at baseball practice, I said I was picking up dinner. I didn’t pick up dinner. I went shopping. And I hid the bags in the frunk (that’s the front trunk of the Tesla) so I wouldn’t have to answer any questions re my whereabouts. “Where were you for two hours?” Shopping. In peace. Here’s what I got.

Nobody needs to know.

First Stop: Sephora