I've already posted today. But my recent trip to a certain store warrants another blog entry. People, I have a sickness and I am fully willing to admit that.
Me and the fine, fine establishment known as Shopper's Drugmart? Yeah, we've got a love-hate relationship. I LOVE everything about the store. The well-spaced aisles. The colourful bottles and lotions. The fact that you can find EVERY SINGLE THING you need in that one place. (And usually in a cute, little package).
I love that I can go for last-minute items for my trip - and find something to soften my skin, give my hair more shine, protect my lips in the sun, save my sensitive tummy, freshen up my underarms and soothe a sunburn. I love that I now have a bag full of products in bright blues and oranges and pastel greens and pinks. (I know. I'm weird. I totally get that.)
But the "hate" part of the relationship? The fact that I walked out of there having spent $130 on said products.
Oh yes. I have a sickness alright.