Its A Little Disconcerting When...

one stumbles home late one night to find the hallway strewn with packaging indicating that a newly single neighbor has just purchased an enormous birdcage. Seriously, the box was taller than me by a good foot and a half. Now I'm all for filling up deep gaping emotional holes with material goods, but couldn't she just splurge on an expensive pair of shoes like a normal emotional basketcase?