Tomorrow I'm hitting the sales! And no, I'm not buying anything for the guys...I'm finally going to treat myself to some goodies. Let's face it, I'm 40 now and I have to make the most of my figure before the curves go. Wish the sales would include a new pair of boobs (I really worry about them pointing south) but no such luck. The big guy gets really worried when he sees the twinkle in my eye around this time of year. And I hope he hasn't already raided my purse to remove all the credit cards. So, tomorrow they won't have me around to slave over a hot stove (a bit of exaggeration here) as I will have the day all to myself to get all dolled up. And I hope I still have a bit of time left over from the shopping spree to go for a manicure. Oh the joys of being a gal!