When we last left our intrepid heroine, Sharondarella, she was attempting to fight off the horrors of ickness, but unsuccessful in her battle, so, lucky reader, you are spared the rest of the interminable details of the not-incredibly exciting New York Trip.

(Can we allow her the excuse of the ick as for her lack of blahging? Oh, please, lets do!)

She is now back and Rrrrrrrrrrrrrready To Rrrrrraaaaaaaaaamble!

How about we start with a recap, just a quick one:
(Ha! Sharondarella doesn't know the meaning of "quick" when it refers to telling a story!)

On Friday night, I went to the Caps game with dearest Stevie, who had redeemed himself from the attempted ickness poisoning by producing two Caps Tickets a mere 15 rows from the ice, and he invited his recently icked sister to go! Needless to say, all was immediately forgiven. :) Friday was Halloween, but it didn’t stop me from abandoning the happy pumpkins I had carved in anticipation of the many Halloweenies expected to pop by that night.

Seeing as it was Halloween, it was not unexpected that people would show up dressed in outrageous costumes. There were many adults with their kids in attendance --- (kind of cruel to deprive your child from the fun of candy gluttony that is Halloween Trick or Treating, but hey, this is HOCKEY!) one of the best costumed was a little girl dressed up as French's Mustard. Although, Stevie will disagree and pick the itty-bitty tiny pumpkin child who got her picture taken with Slapshot, (the Caps Mascot) to Steve's everlasting envy. Every so often pictures of cutely attired kids would flash on the monitor, delighting every kid in the arena.

Needless to say, the Caps won. I can without (much) false modesty say that I am lucky for the Caps, they have never lost a game with me in the stadium. (Luck like that I should head on up to Atlantic City, right? Nope, it only works in Hockey.) We left the arena, jubilant and exuberant, and when I got home my two cute pumpkins were still glowing for me! I even lit them the next night, too, as a last hurrah before admitting Halloween is over and on to the next holiday ... CHRISTMAS!

Yes, I know that Thanksgiving is in there, too, but come on, that's not a holiday. It's just a warm up, a chance to visit friends/family and eat turkey; CHRISTMAS is a REAL holiday! In honor of the season, I started my Christmas shopping, officially, on Saturday, November 1st. It was almost 80 degrees, but I had the spirit (if only I had extra deodorant to go with that spirit, life would have been grand!)

I shopped, came home with many bags, a warm glow (did I mention that it was HOT?) and an inflated sense of self-worth. See what you can get from shopping? Men just don't understand how shopping is so empowering; probably because they've never shopped with me.

Anyway, that pretty much catches us up to “How did Sharondarella spend her weekend?” and now we can move on to the obsession that been filling my nights, an obsession that is Scandalously Erotic. Tantalizing. Teasing. Titillating. A Feast of the Senses.

What is this obsession?"

I know you are dying to know, so I'll just blurt it out before I get too embarrassed to talk about something so intense, so personal, so full of self-revelation ... such a shameful addiction about where I have been spending my nights, my spare daytime hours and my not-so-spare daytime hours sneaking out, going to my secret rendezvous with …………………EBAY!

And the sad thing is, I don’t even have anything in particular to shop for, instead venturing out for Anything. Everything. Bargains. Deals. Treasures. Overlooked steals. I look for whatever is about to finish up and then I just know I have to have it.

Someone needs to HELP ME!