I have always loved a good performance. I've tamed it (somewhat) over the years, but I haven't altogether lost my flare for the dramatic. (i.e. starting circa 2012 self-talk finally won the argument that self-restraint when buying new clothes would not actually kill me, it just made for a much more depressing life and left little reason to live.)
Following is the perfect example of my self-taming:
Notice, I'm not bouncing around demanding attention. I quietly display my new purchases (self-talk aside on this one) for the perfect moment when husband looks up from his homework to notice my spoils. NOTE: it took at least 20 minutes.
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