Apparently, one in four women is addicted to shopping. Now, I love shopping, but I will not die if I don’t get a regular retail fix. When I do make some purchases, they sit in the bag on my bed.
When my husband gets home, he ignores it, although I know deep down he is desperate to ask me how much I spent.
If he did ask, I’d tell him that I couldn’t remember and watch his face turn ashen.
It’s an unwritten rule in our house: Thou shall not question thy wife’s expenditure. I don’t feel bad about it because my shopping is …