I own a few coats.
I live in Colorado, so that's understandable, right? But you know it's getting out of hand when fellow Coloradans are stunned enough to remark Where do you store all of those?
It's not as though I have a whole bedroom devoted to coat storage; I just converted my kitchen pantry into a coat closet when I bought the place. (I wasn't much of a cook back then anyway--not like the Campbell's soup recipe gourmet that I am now.)
A few months back, Mom and I were shopping at some outlet stores in the mountains and she brought over an adorable orange pea coat for me to try on. She loved it on me and told me I should get it.
I already have an orange pea coat, I said.
Oh, Mom replied, I thought you had an orange rain coat.
I have an orange raincoat too, I mumbled.
That's right, I already own an orange pea coat and an orange rain coat. I'm to the point of repeating ridiculous colors.
And when one of my dearest, best friends announced to me that she was moving to Australia to be with the love of her life, my first thought was I'm going to miss you so much!
My second thought was That's a warm climate. For the love of God! What about your coats, woman???
Sigh... I think I have a problem.
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