We don’t get to see each other often, but my dearest and oldest friend, Destini, and I talk on the phone every day. Sometimes – several times. Since she lives in south Mississippi and I’m not on Facebook - this is how we communicate.

For every bad hair day, work project, family issue, crazy ex-boyfriend, awesome new boyfriend, Keeping Up with the Kardashians tidbit – you can bet there is a morning, noon or nighttime conversation about it. Plus texts. I pity the people in line at the grocery store behind me when we are having a life bashing talk fest. Having been friends for 15 years now, Dess Bess and I talk in codes and inside jokes that only we will ever understand.

On particularly bad days – the phone conversations extend to email. Not email as in written accounts of our days, but emailed coupons, links to pictures of new boots, purses, hairstyles and websites with things we want. We’ve both come to the conclusion that when the world goes crazy the only thing left to do is throw your hands up…then reach for your wallet.

Conversations go like this:

“Tell me what you think of this… It isn’t too Snooki is it?” (Destini had the misfortune of being compared to Snooki from the Jersey Shore once and now suffers from paranoia that hairspray, UGGs or sun exposure will trigger another comment. D – I know you are reading this and I’m sorry that I brought this up. No, you don’t look like Snooki. I promise.)

“Do you think I should try a new nail color?”

“I’m bored with my hair.”

“I love your hair.”

“I shouldn’t buy this…I’m saving for (something else).”

This is just normal conversation for two gals in their twenties and usually everything goes well. We throw a little money at our problems, wait 5-7 business days for the package to arrive, open it up and voila – STYLE & HAPPINESS!

Obviously you can’t shop away all of your problems. We understand that life requires us to work hard, pray without ceasing and figure things out in a mature manner without adding personal debt as an issue. But when all else fails --- shopping is the only cure.