This leaves me muddle headed ... and foggy brained.
It could very well impair my decision making abilities.
And therefore it could be held responsible for the fact that I went to the shops and accidentally came home with three pairs of jeans.
Did I need three pairs of jeans? NO ... not in the least.
Along with my brain befuddling cold ... I could also blame the too efficient and good at her job saleswoman. After all she was the one that advised me ... as soon as I stepped through the door ... that they were all on sale ... for a limited time. When I had ... in all innocence ... just popped inside the shop for no real reason ... but to mind my own business.
It could be that the tag said they were "ankle biter" jeans ... which in my foggy state of mind made them sound new and exciting and highly desirable.
Whatever the reason ... by the time I left ... three pairs of jeans had somehow fallen into a shopping bag and slipped unintentionally into my hand ... don't you just hate when that happens.
Just so long as we are all entirely clear that it was not in any way my fault ... okay.
Here I am wearing a pair today ... snapping a selfie on the way out the door ... as you do ... when you are trying to justify owning three new pairs of jeans.
See their ankle biting brilliance.
I mean it's state of the art, groundbreaking stuff isn't it.
Anyone else been shopping by accident lately?
P.S. Any resemblance I show to a widow, hairdresser or New Zealand rugby player ... living or dead ... is purely coincidental.