I just had the best. day. ever. I started the day by sleeping in. Then, I made breakfast for the three of us (husband, dog, and myself), toddled about the Internet for a little while, then gave myself a pedicure.
In the middle of said pedicure, my mother-in-law called and asked me if I want to go dress shopping so that I have something cute to wear to Wes’ sister’s upcoming wedding. I thought to myself, the last time I went shopping was in October…of last year. I also haven’t left the house, save once, since Tuesday of last week…Hmm, I wonder if I would like to go shopping…???
My hearty and enthusiastic yes was met with great rejoicing and it was off to the mall we went (we were driven by Wes’ Dad, who is surprisingly fun to shop with. I had thought that the Y chromosome precluded any chance of being fun to shop with but I have apparently been missing something).
We were looking for one black dress and we ended up taking home two little black dresses because they were both awesome and one of them was 80% off. Score! I showed them off to Wes when I got home and they both meet the spousal standards of approval so I get to keep them (and the king said: Hooray!).
After a whole afternoon of shopping, I’m home, cosmo martini firmly in hand, and my legs feel sore and tired from all the robing and disrobing I was doing. Whoever says that shopping isn’t exercise is either lying or broke.
I had forgotten how crowded the malls are during the holidays, though. People were everywhere! I almost never go to the mall, so my senses were delightfully overwhelmed by all the colors, smells, and sounds of so many people crammed into one place.
Now that I’m home, and my new (beautiful! classy! stupendous!) little black dresses are safely ensconced in my closet, I’m thoroughly enjoying sitting in my comfy chair and sipping my martini. Even if my mother-in-law hadn’t bought me two immensely covetable dresses, I’d still be pleased as punch about getting to go shopping.
Alas, never one to miss out on the fun, Doc has decided that he’d like to have a little fun too and has successfully managed to drop his toy down the stairs, onto the hardwood floor, wherein it bounced up and landed with a wet splashy thud in his water bowl. Excuse me while I attend to my soaking wet puppy who has been trying, unsuccessfully, to fish his slippery wet toy out of his water bowl, will you?