I’m exhausted from shopping on the internet.
My pointer finger is sore.
I am only buying necessities for the home.
Locating a specific toilet seat or a pump soap container in chrome takes so much time and energy…hard to believe.
To avoid more online time I drove over to Bed Bath & Beyond.
The store looked like a bombed out shelter. They did not have even one liquid soap container so it is back to Amazon, Wayfair, Overstock, Horchow, blah, blah, blah…
I miss the tactile aspect of shopping.
I cannot even fathom heading to the UPS store for one more Amazon return.
I am on a first name basis with my Amazon delivery guy.
His birthday is soon. Should I order him something on Amazon and just give the package back to him when he delivers it?!
I am almost done with redoing this place.
I am hoping that the remaining furniture which is due to arrive within the next week works out.
An exercise in futility and a lot of finger pointing with hard earned eventual results.
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