We experienced a tragic loss last night.
Steven and I have a pretty busy week this week, so last night we decided to try going to the gym in the mornings to free up some time after work. I generally shy away from morning workouts primarily because I hate getting ready at the gym. I always forget something important: bra, mascara, conditioner, etc. It’s pretty difficult to pull off a full day’s work with no bra!
So I began packing my bag doing my best to be diligent and include all necessary items. In the hustle of trying to pack my bag quickly so I could get in bed at a decent hour I dropped my Juicy perfume and it splattered all over the bathroom floor. I gasped, “Oh no! Oh no! Oh no – oh no – oh no!” I had to fight back the tears that rushed to the brim as I picked up the empty bottle and saw my perfume spreading across the tile. You see, I just got this perfume for Christmas and I love it. I feel so dainty each morning as I use it. I catch lights scents of it throughout the day and feel incredibly feminine and pretty (yes…I know…I know – but I just really like it okay!).
Steven came rushing into the bathroom, “What’s wrong!?! Are you hurt!?! What’s wrong!?!” I stood there, bottom lip poked out, begging the tears not to fall “My Juicy is ruined” is all that I could manage. “Your Juicy”, he responded. “Yes! My Juicy”, I replied thinking that he understood the severity of the matter. “All that ruckus over a bottle of perfume?” “Yes, Steven! It’s not just a bottle of perfume….it’s my *Juicy* perfume!” He eyed me quizzically – stood there for a moment making sure there was no real bodily harm I may have been hiding then sighed, “If that’s all, I’m going back into the living room.”
The nerve! How dare he not understand the importance of this item to me? Whoever coined the phrase, “No use crying over spilt perfume” obviously never spilt an entire bottle of $75 Juicy perfume! That will make your stomach do a flip. Steven tried to explain that we can easily replace the perfume and to be glad that it wasn’t something more valuable. I!?!?!
The point isn’t that the perfume can be replaced. It’s that it was a gift (actually, I returned a gift and purchased this instead…wow that’s really bad, but still in effect, it was the result of a gift!) and I don’t want to purchase another bottle. I don’t want to spend the money again. Oye….
So here I sit, Monday morning, reeking because I don’t have any pretty perfume.
Yes, I know, I know. My dramatic tendencies may have flared a little last night – but I really am upset. Have you ever lost/ruined something that you really loved and you had a hard time getting over it? I’m not talking about something priceless or irreplaceable – just something that you really liked and didn’t necessarily want to spend the money replacing. Does anyone feel my pain??