I have a pretty serious sephora.com addiction.  This is amusing cause… have you seen me?  I leave the house with wet hair every day and my only concern when it comes to clothes is that they be clean.   But damn if I can’t drop a days worth of work at Sephora in twenty minutes.

Ever since I had that pesky stroke thing in December it has been the family joke that I am older then my Grandma.  Eleven months later and you would think as I go through the recovery process this would become less and less true.  I’m able to work full time and I no longer take more pills then her, but there has been another development.  I am watching QVC, for pleasure.  It started with the make up shows.  And now it’s expanded.  Pretty soon I’ll be buying jewelry and ridiculously expensive body wash and I will officially have turned into my Grandma.