I cannot seem to find the time to sit down and type these days.
Since the big One is still on Winter Break, we all took a trip to the city yesterday to pick up his new allergy serum (he used to take the shots, grew out of some of the allergies and then got them back- worse this time; he now does a few drops each day and avoids the needles)
We had things to exchange at the mall, I had to grab some underthings from VS, we needed a few items from Sam's and I wanted to go to Barnes and Noble.
I am ready to quit on Old Navy for good.
My son had picked me up a few things for my birthday (too small- cute that he thinks I am that little) and I went to exchange them.
Everything was awful.
Then I went to the BIG SALE at Victoria's Secret to grab some undies and a few bras.
Mr. Funny picked out the bras (shocking, I know) and I tried them on but whether it was my mood or the lighting or fact that I hate trying on anything at all- I hated everything.
The lovely salesgirl asked me if I wanted an official bra fitting.
(this was about the time the Little One showed up and as soon as he heard the words, his eyes grew wide and he was gone)
I said "why not, what's a little more humiliation today"
I assumed there would be a measuring tape.
Also, some nudity.
Thank God I was wrong on the latter.
She told me I was wearing the wrong size (that explains my bad mood for the past few years- HA) and that she would be happy to set me up in a fitting room and bring me every bra in every style in my new size.
I dragged Mr. Funny in there with me because he was just standing there amongst the thongs and lipgloss and I didn't want him looking at those life-sized VS models' pictures too long for fear he might think that's what I am supposed to look like.
After trying on a lot of bras, I decided on 3 and of course they were not on sale.
Seriously, I have never owned a $52 bra.
Maybe I have been sheltered.
3 bras, 5 panties and many dollars later, we were off to find the boys (who were very far away from VS)
We had a late lunch at Macaroni Grill and then I had my dessert at B&N (a mocha) while I picked up The Lovely Bones, the new Dean Koontz and the Pioneer Woman cookbook.
By the time we made it to Sam's, it was 2 degrees outside and we were ready to grab the stuff we needed and get back home to the warm fire.
And dog barf.
Yea for us.
Oh yeah, I rolled my ankle walking down the stairs yesterday morning (dog tripped me- he follows me everywhere I go) and by bedtime last night (and after cleaning up bad and gross things), it was so sore and bruised so I took a couple of Tylenol pm, grabbed my new books and went to bed early.
We also found out that a boy my son goes to school with, and was friends with when they were younger, shot himself and died.
Needless to say, after hearing that and reading the beginning of The Lovely Bones, combined with the Tylenol pm, I had some scary dreams last night.
Gotta go to a meeting.
Have a wonderful week- we are awaiting more snow and more negative temps.