retail therapy (or some semblance thereof)

I went out this afternoon intending to buy new Tevas and more cat food, and probably look at microwaves. I came home wearing new Tevas (the old ones really were that bad; I left them in a trash can in Downtown Crossing), and carrying another pair of shoes (that go with skirts!) and two new shirts and some miscellaneous kitchen storage containers and the cat food. I didn't go completely overboard, and I got things I needed, so I'm forgiving myself the indulgence. I'm calling it retail therapy because the latter half of last week sucked.