I’m going shopping soon. Shopping with my bestest friend Blaise. She’s awesome.
Shopping isn’t. I hate shopping. It’s frustrating. I checked to see if I won lotto this morning, $12.5mil on offer. I didn’t, it jackpotted. So shopping will still be frustrating. Why is it so?
I’m short, sometimes I fit kids pants. That’s certainly awkward. I have little feet and finding little shoes is a challenge. Grown up pants are a meter too long but fit nice around the hips. Tops are much easier to buy, except fashion these days…have you seen it? It’s vomit inducing. Seriously. Some of the stuff in the shops out there being marketed, being considered ‘popular’ is fully gross and most definitely not worth $40.
So why do I go shopping at all?
I need pants. The worst possible purchase required. That’s why Blaise is coming, as my support person, to help me get through the hard times, and come out successful, pants and all.
I also need big sheets for my new big bed – that should be exciting. Hopefully it will slightly offset the torture of buying pants, if I survive past that challenge with out throwing my toys and going home. Today I suspect that could very well happen…
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