What Does an MP Do On a Frizzy-Hair Weather Day?

I have a confession to make.

I am a sneak. Yep, you heard right. I am a horrible sneak.

I wish I could tell you just how sneaky I am, but I can't, so I'll just give you a sneak (get the pun?) preview into my life as a sneak.

I was standing in the hallway that separates my bedroom from MP's. From the noises coming from her room, it was clear that MP either, a) had a friend over, or b) is practicing voice overs for a future career in radio advertising. Considering that MP is an aidel maidel who doesn't even listen to the radio, I figured it was the former. I could have barged in to say hi, but I decided to live up to my sneakiness. I stood behind the slightly ajar door to listen to what two MP's talk about in their leisure time.

Well, I wasn't TRYING to eavesdrop. I was waiting for an invitation. I'm not much of a barging-in type...

So anyway, the voices came wafting through the door. "Oh hey! Look at this juicy! It's nicer than the one I usually wear, no?" "Oh, yeah, hey, I like it! And look, it's only $98!"

At that point, I was laughing to myself, so it was hard to make out the conversation going on. I strained my ears and heard and indignant MP associate complain. "I can't believe they're selling this Juicy for 130 dollars! I just paid $158 for it!"

Aha, I thought to myself. Online shopping. It's what MP's do in frizzy-hair weather. I decided not to wait for an invitation any longer. I knocked and walked in. Sitting at the desk in MP's room was a friend of hers, who, to put it succinctly, makes MP look less-than-perfect.

I peered at the screen, though I'm not sure I had to at that point. Neiman Markus. Niiiiiice. They continued shopping for a minute, and then they noticed me. "Oh, SD!" said the highly Perfect Person. "I'm so happy to see you!" [Ed. note: ?!] "I need help putting songs onto the mp3 player on my phone." [Ed. note: oh.] And then she went on, "I wish I could get an iPod. I can't afford one." She chuckled, I snickered. I wanted to tell her that she should skip the "Juicy" and buy an $8 sweatshirt like the one I always wear, and then she could afford an iPod. But she must have a bit of a propensity towards ADD, cuz she went right on as if she hadn't asked me anything. "MP, I can't decide where I'm going for Chanukah vacation. I'm debating between LA and Florida. Wanna come?"

My ADD side kicked in too. I started looking around the Perfection Den. "MP, what's this?" I held up an odd looking water bottle. She snatched the bottle away, muttering "its just a water bottle." I held it just long enough to catch a glimpse of the printing on the side. Nordstrom. "Where'd you get it?" I wanted to know. She was slightly embarrassed. "Oh, some store...I don't really remember which."

Musta been a remnant from a non-frizzy-hair weather day expedition...