Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
I am coveting this stupid bag from Dooney and Bourke. I first fell in love in the local Gottchalks. I glanced at it, then left the store. I came back to said store a few days later to 'buy a gift for my friend's birthday.' Went to the counter and flipped over the price tag. Thought to myself, if it's less than $150 I'm goin' for it! $395!! Whaaaa? Can you believe it? So I sheepishly left the store. And subsequently saw it at the grocery store, then the air show, then the little league park. I had just forgotten about it, and it showed up at the gym! Argh!!! Why does everyone have my bag? And why do I still want a bag everyone has?
I was whining to hubby about this very thing. He is coveting an object, too. A Porche 911. A few $395 more than my bag, I might say. I did jokingly tell him, "You know, if you cashed out my 401(K) you could have one of those." The gleam in his eye is telling me I need to change the password on my account.
Anyway, my good buddy WEW told me this is God's way of testing me. To which my husband (forever the cheapskate) agreed, saying, yes, it's true, it's vain to want it.
Sigh. But I think I look good in giraffe,...