I don’t like “shopping”. (I do like purses, shoes, pretty things and shopping when I am not actually looking for anything and buying things I don’t need with money I don’t have.) It irritates me, makes me cry, and in general frustrates the You-know-what out of me. I have tried a few times in the past week. No luck, even in the purse section.
Yesterday, I spent 2 hours at the mall, looking for a few things. One being some kind of Valentine’s present for my honey bunny… um, I mean Wayne. ha! Instead I spent half the time roaming around the book store, wishing I was rich so I could buy all the books I want RIGHT NOW. I get sucked into book stores. I walk in, the books grab me and don’t let go. Eventually I realize I am walking around in a daze, shake my head, and get going with my business. (I do the same in libraries)
I will not discuss what I finally found for my love. Just know it was NOT frilly lingerie. I tried. Cows don’t look good in anything revealing, or red. I did run into a friend who said “when in doubt… ” and I finished with “put out”. I don’t think he was expecting that… but it rhymed. And I am pretty sure it would suffice as a decent gift any day of the year.
During my time at the mall, I stepped foot in Victoria’s Secret. I usually leave crying. I really hate that place. All the pretty things, cute panties, even cuter bras. But only if you are the size of a toothpick. (I know, not entirely true but…the little boobied girls always have a better assortment of cute bras. I get black, white, and beige!). I walked in.. The skinny girl with the measuring tape around her neck informed me that “Tonight only, with a $60.00 purchase, you will receive a box of Godiva chocolate“. (I wish I could mimic her via these words on a blog.)
I almost cussed her out. Do I look like I need Godiva Chocolate? Hells no.
So, after looking at the cute frilly things and bras that my boobs won’t fit in, I picked a couple and tried them on. Of course they didn’t work, because they never do. I left the dressing room and was leaving. Then she said with a pouty voice and face ” Those didn’t work? Do you want me to measure you?”
(I almost cussed her out again.)
No. No, I don’t. Thank you very little. I hate when they measure me. My boobs have been gigantic for so long that Victoria’s Secret used to not carry my size… seriously. EVERY single time they “measure” me, they try to convince me that I can wear a cup size smaller than I really do. I usually let them attempt to fit me in one. Just to prove them wrong. And they are wrong. EVERY single time.
So, I didn’t let her measure me, and I did actually find a bra there that I liked and fit nice. I do know, from past bra destruction, that I spent $50.00 on a bra that will be torn up in a matter of months. The quality is just not that great in those expensive boobie holders. I think they charge that much so they can give you a fancy bag with tissue paper.
To quote someone I find extremely funny: “I have Wal-mart bras that have lasted longer…”
Before my little mall excursion… I did have a good meal at Five Guys Burgers and Fries. Have you ever eaten there? You should. Its good stuff. Not good for my cowish figure. But good googly mooglies, their fries are perfect and their burgers are yummy.
After my mall excursion I came home and plugged up the Wii Active. Because I was nipping this cowness in the bud. Starting NOW. The Wiimotes weren’t charged and wouldn’t stay on. So, after cussing the Wii out, I decided it was the Wiis fault I was fat and it was the Wiis fault I was sitting on the couch, eating potato chips, watching tv.
Damn Wii.
-m
ps. I have found two really good, really funny blogs in the past couple of days. I am quite inspired by their funniness and honesty. Take a minute to check out:
Momromp
and
Queen of Quirky
I love momromp’s funny rants and I have enjoyed Queen’s outlook on divorce and new found love. I am still blog stalking them to read the past posts, but I think they will be a daily visit in my interweb to-do list.