Obsessed

Okay, it’s time to get real. I have this issue with becoming obsessed. Not possessed. But obsessed. Though, to my husband, the two probably look just about the same. During the course of my life, I have obsessed over a variety of things. Food (Hershey Kisses, ice cream, M&M’s), television shows (Gossip Girl, Flash Forward, Glee), and yes, even people, but I’m not naming names.

Lately, my mind has been focused on two things.

The first item on my list of current obsessions is a purse. Or a tote. Whatever. It is a thing of immaculate beauty. The leather body of the bag is this soft carmely-brown that makes me want to cry. When I first saw it in a store at the mall, I didn’t even touch it. I knew that if my fingers made contact, I would grab it and run out of the store, sure to be followed by the screaming of alarms and grunts of chasing policemen.

Finally, after months of constant pestering, I talked my wonderful husband into buying the way-too-expensive purse as a Christmas gift. I DID just sign a two-book deal, and the check should be coming soon. A few days ago, I went online to gaze at my purse, just to be with it for a moment and dream of its weight on my arm.

And. It. Was. Gone.

Gasp!

Like, totally and completely, not-for-sale-anymore gone.

I freaked out. Then started calling around to see if any stores still had my stunning purse in stock. Mike, who works at the mall where I had first laid eyes on that thing of beauty, told me it had been stolen. I SO understand. After an hour of frantic calls, I found a store roughly 60 miles away that had one (only one) purse left. And then, just yesterday, one of my BFFs (a sales-rep who travels for work) called and said she wanted to stop by my house to hang out for a few. When she walked in, she was wearing a huge grin. She held out her hand. And. Gave. Me. My. Purse.

“A celebration of your book!” she said with a nod.

I’m not sure if she just wanted to make me smile, or shut me up about the stupid purse. Regardless, I love my Lori-O!

And now, I unveil to you, my most beloved (inanimate) possession . . .

What’s obsession number two, you ask? Well, duh. My book cover. Which, a few hours after Lori left, was WAITING IN MY EMAIL INBOX. And I love it!

LOVE IT!

Unfortunately, I can’t reveal, so I thought I’d share the second most exciting thing of my yesterday. But really, can anything compare with your BFF?