There is no fiscal responsibility up in this bitch.

I ordered a Kate Spade bag. I don't need it, but since when has that stopped me. All fault lies on a rubber chicken purse. Don't believe me? A friend of mine jokingly posted a link to a rubber purse that looks like a chicken. For some reason I wanted it. I don't know why, because I hate chickens, but I did. This lead to looking at more purses. Non-bird purses. I thought about my orange purse that my mom bought in Paris and how much I love it, but having a kid (and soon two) doesn't allow for such small, adorable things. Then I found it: the Kate Spade Quintessa. Larger, and in orange. Some people might think that $200+ is way too much for a purse, and they are right. It's way too much money. I could buy enough chicken purses to adorn a large family for $200. (Maybe some day I will.) After a few hours of deliberation, I decided to get the purse. Joe was sitting on the sofa behind me, and since he'd already said no to the chicken purse, I knew asking wasn't an option. He got up to go to the bathroom, and I knew it was my only chance. For some reason, being pregnant and already having trouble getting around was no longer an issue. I ran to my purse like a five-year-old runs to get candy at the Fourth of July parade. I grabbed my debit card and sprinted back to the computer. I made the transaction. (Free shipping? That's just an offer I couldn't refuse.) It felt great for the first hour, then the guilt set in. Thankfully, soon after came the justification. I did just return the white Gap maternity coat (that I didn't need) and the white VS jacket (that you guessed it, I didn't need). I feel a little bit better about it knowing that I'll nearly break even. I'm sure all the guilt will be gone once the UPS man rings the doorbell with my new, overpriced best friend. I just hope I've remembered to throw on a pair of yoga pants to go with my slept-in tank top and brushed my teeth before I answer the door.

P.S. Don't tell Joe!