So yesterday, my work had a product sale for employees to clean out the store room. Meaning kitchenware and dinnerware goods for low, low prices.
And I think I legit pulled a muscle in my arm shopping.
It’s partly my own fault. I’m the one who decided the only things she wanted were the two heaviest things available (silverware service for 12 and a cast iron dutch oven)(dutch oven…teehee).
But the fact remains.
My name is Justine, and I have a shopping-induced injury.
White girl problems.