Sunday night
When I was a kid, every year before school started my parents would let my sister’s and I pick out some new clothes for the school year. My sister’s would go with either my mom or with their friends; they loved to shop. I, on the other hand, hated it. I hated the mall. Even worse, my dad was responsible for taking me on this annual outing and I always got the feeling he hated the mall more than I did. We would usually be in and out of the mall in less than 30 minutes (which felt like an eternity), and I’d be fully stocked for a year.
What reminded me of this was that I went to the Arboretum today with Denicia to go find some new clothes, and on the way out there I got the same feeling of dread I used to get when I was young. Imagine how you felt when you were a kid, your parents were taking you to the doctor’s office, and you knew the main reason you were going was to get a bunch of shots. Thankfully, it wasn’t like when I was a kid. I guess I’ve grown up some since then. I picked up a couple nice shirts, a sweater, and a couple pairs of pants. Old Navy was also selling dog antlers up at the cash registers so naturally I picked a pair up for Maggie. At the end of the day, after all that shopping, I felt like I needed to reward myself so I went and bought a new TV. It wasn’t a completely self-indulgent purchase however, my old TV was messed up and stopped receiving some of my favorite channels and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I bought the TV at Best Buy so I have 30 days to return it, and I probably will. Until then however, I’ll pretend I’m rich with my big ass TV.
