October 22, 2004
I am a Marketing Whore
Went to the huge mall across the street for lunch today, and when I walked by the Victoria's Secret store, they had a million little stuffed pink doggies in the display window! And I salivated, "They must be mine!"
See, when Step Daughter The Oldest goes away to college in nine and a half months (not that I'm counting or anything), her bedroom is becoming my office/Barbie gallery. The walls are currently grey, and I'm too lazy to paint, so I thought I'd just accent with pink, which, coincidentally, goes perfect with Barbies! (Not that I'm looking forward to it or anything.)
So you understand why this little, pink doggie had to be mine. No, you don't, but just smile and nod. I appreciate it.
But how to get said little blushing canine? Are they display only? Can I bribe a bimbette, er, saleswoman? Should I distract her with something shiny, grab a puppy and dash?
Still drooling, I pass the doorway, and Bambi squeals, "Buy anything from the "Pink" collection and get a stuffed dog free!
And that, my friends, is why there is a big ol' bag o' panties sitting on my desk right now. They even have a cute little doggie print! For when I do it doggie style!
Hmmm, I think there's a Victoria's Secret by J. Jill. And Husband practically begged me to get a new bathrobe and stop using his...