*giggles* This is why I have relatively few female friends. I hate shopping. 6 hours every weekend in the JCPenny outlet store with your mother when you’re 7 will do that to you. I used to hide in coat racks just for what I’d like to call, ‘the security, heart-attack’ reflex.
Thanks for the pic, Ed!
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January 3rd, 2008 at 8:03 am
Oh Girl, Hold on! You know we were shoppin for YOUR fine self. Remember haunting the gown section so you could have performance dresses????? and prom dresses????
PLEASE….
January 3rd, 2008 at 8:09 am
And you wrere NOT 7! More like 15 or 16. Ya know, it is a thankless job being a Mother.
*giggles* you willl find out soon…
You willl find out soon enuff how you Tramatized Their Psyches.
Love,
Mom
January 3rd, 2008 at 7:22 pm
lol, every mistake will be on the web real time, instead of 20 years later.
just remember Marshalls. you loathed it ;) you’re doomed when the grrls want to shop gap or whatever’s big in 10 years
January 4th, 2008 at 11:26 am
Haha, Ed. I did loathe Marshalls. I am sorry, I must have looked terribly antsy.
January 4th, 2008 at 9:12 pm
I recall shopping for diapers with you once. People thought I was the father…talk about stress…;-)
January 4th, 2008 at 11:43 pm
The whining did notify of such feelings.
There’s two types of shopping: Window Shopping and Power Shopping.
In the first, you evaulate every piece of anything in your path, and picture yourself on a yacht with the queen and wondering if it clashes with her pommeranian decor… takes 4hrs, feels like 12 years
In the other, you look it over, yes/no, 30 seconds to 2m… you have a budge, a price range, and an idea of what you need. takes an hour at most.
I’d say man/woman difference, but three of my closest friends growing up all shop for hours. they’re finicky. I cannot cope. Last time I went with one of them I kept getting told to get light colors. pastels. by a married man with a kid on the way.
bah