We had a pretty fantastic weekend. It was quiet but good.
On Saturday I had a bunch of errands to run that I did NOT want to do. I realized I could skip dog food till Monday night, and most of the other errands needed more before I could do them. For instance: I couldn't take shoes back to DSW till I knew whether I wanted to keep any of them. And I just plain didn't feel like going to the art supply store. I had to go buy items to make Aunties' Christmas presents, and one of the things I bought was some "AquaBord" to paint a watercolor painting. It's a special type of smooth surface, like chalkboard almost? that is supposed to be good for watercolor. One of my aunts has a pet robin, and I was going to paint a robin. But then we decided it might not be great - we didn't know if the robin was still around, and didn't want to make her feel sad if her robin had gone away. AND I thought it was $14 but it was $30, AAAAND the chick at the art supply store was a total bag, so screw her. But that's a Catch-22, because I want to return it but don't want to have to deal with her. The honey reminded me once not to be butthurt about the art supply store employees because they're not working there to help art people, they're working there for the discount. That helps to think about when I ask about a price on a hard-sided portfolio and she's all like, "Wulllll, I'd have to go back there and look.... the prices are right on them...." Gawl.
SO. Instead we went to Old Navy to replace my parjammers. I have some pajama pants from 1998 which are very....slouchy. As in, the elastic in any given item of clothing is not meant to last fourteen years, countless washings, several cross-country moves...you get the point. I looked like the Coppertone kid walking around in those. TMI? Sorry. Apparently it's my M.O. right now.
We made out great at Old Navy, but had to beat feet because the bitches were throwing elbows. We were in a ritzier suburb, where apparently everyone is so up their own asses that they can't be called upon to slow for pedestrians or not ram into you without apology in a store. God, I miss the Midwest. I'm really amazed that in this Vowel State, you can't count on people to hold doors or not barge in front of you or run you down unapologetically. Scary.
Anyway. One of the fleece shirts I got was a dollar fifty. That's right, girls, The Super-Shopping Kid rides again. Dolla. Fitty.
Then we bought doughnuts on our way home, which we gleefully consumed yesterday while watching the football championship game. We went to our new favorite "Cheap Chinese" place that we found by accident last weekend, gassed up the suv, and came home. It was a nice, relaxed weekend that helped prepare us (hopefully) for the week (hopefully not insane?) ahead. Hope you had a good one too!
PS: I already filed my tax returns and I am haunting the IRS website like I was a hologram in a Florida theme park.
0 comments:
Post a Comment