It's been a really long time since I've had a Saturday to spend all by myself... and I'd forgotten how refreshing it can be. Don't get me wrong - all the things that have been going on for the last couple of months have been wonderful, and I've enjoyed it all - but sometimes you just need a little time to refresh.
So I spent my morning slowly getting ready to run what I thought would be my one weekly errand... grocery shopping. Which really is more of an ordeal since I have to shop at Walmart... long story, but it's what works best for the budget - and even though I loathe Walmart - I suck it up and go once a week.
Anyway, while working up my courage to fight the masses... I stopped in at Starbucks for some liquid comfort - I thought it might help with making me feel a little better overall as I'm still fighting this head cold junk.
From there - I go sidetracked into Lane Bryant... and can I just say - how is it that one store can make me feel like I've regained 92 pounds?! Their pants don't fit me for anything in the world... and their new sizing system is ridiculous. Like overweight women are stupid enough to believe that yellow 4 or red 5's are any different than the normal sizing numbers...
I had a real reason for going in there, and it was even more miserable. (Dad - stop reading - seriously... the next 2 paragraphs are NOT something you want to read about your daughter.) I needed a new bra because mine is really way to big. I was really sad to find out that my favorite style has been discontinued - so I'm forced back into the world of under wires... which seriously... is there ANY way that a woman invented those? I think not.
So I tried a couple of styles, and I'm still not convinced that I bought the right thing... either that or I have a LOT of extra skin in my armpits that I didn't realize was there before. I'm going to try it on again in a bit and see what John thinks... either I bought one that is too small - or I'm just in between sizes. The stupid thing is that in order for me to get one that fits around - the cups are too big... so one way or the other - it isn't going to fit right in one of those areas... is it better to cut off circulation so that the cup size is perfect... OR should there be enough room for 2 boobs in each cup so that you can breathe?
From there, I went on to Walmart - my own personal hell, and did the shopping. I don't know if any of you experience this, but what is it about that store that causes people to go insane? I mean every screaming kid in northwest Houston was there today... and for some reason people were there stocking up on the essentials... you know, chips, Velveeta, beer. It is the Super Bowl after all. You'd think that the store management would realize that there are certain times of the year that they might need some extra help. We all know that they have a bazillion lanes that they could have people checking out on, but they only have people working like 5 of them.
So I spent 45 minutes waiting to check out because like a genius - I got in the lane with the slowest checker on the planet. Seriously, I don't know what her deal was, but she'd try to scan things 3 times before realizing that the bar code was on the other side of the box! Then when she asked me for ID to buy some DayQuil... I made the mistake of asking what that was about, and slowed down her ability to check me out even further. Did anyone else know that you have to be 18 to buy a long list of household products now that kids have figured out how to make drugs and bombs out of them?
It seems like someone should notify people of those things... I mean seriously - how many times as a teenager was I innocently sent to the store to pick up something we'd run out of... and now - what happens when your 16 year old comes home to tell you that they couldn't buy bleach or tile cleaner because they aren't 18! I totally get it, and support the stores in helping prevent kids from their own stupidity... but it just seems like these are things that consumers should know.
I got home around 12:30, and spent the rest of the afternoon doing a little baking, working out (Jillian Michaels treadmill workout 1 kicked my butt today!), scrapbooking, relaxing, and cooking.... now I'm about ready for bed - but I'm waiting for my laundry to finish so that John has something to wear to church in the morning. He's currently putting his new smoker together so that he can make a brisket for our dinner tomorrow...