gOSH pappa smurf! where'd all them FUzzles come from??
i'm afraid. i'm afraid because i went shopping. i'm afraid because i went shopping and bought a LOT of stuff. i'm afraid because i went shopping and bought a LOT of stuff and enjoyed it. i'm afraid because i went shopping and bought a LOT of stuff and enjoyed it and now i can't seem to quit adding on to this sentence. i'm afraid.. ok enough's enough.
so yes i shopped. first i bought kitty foods. the girl at the cash seemed to recognize me. she seemed sheepish that she didn't know my last name. it's the first time in the over a year i've been going there that anyone's shown any sign of knowing me. i mean sure, maybe the others recognize me but keep it burried deep inside like a deep dark secret. but the point is, i don't know that they know. you know?
next on my stop was penningtons where i purchased some jeans. one pair of jeans(black.ihaven'thadblackjeanssinceidon'tknowwhen.isuccumbed). they were out of my size in almost all the quality jeans there. i was a little miffed about that. i also bought two tops.
then i went to the mall and stopped at kin's market. oh kins! how do i love thee, let me count the ways! i love thy bins of hard crispy local apples, i love thy mountains of sweet mandarins, i love thy freshness and thy multitudinous varieties (children's charity lo-tte-ry! the word varity triggered that jingle, sorry), i love the lowness of your prices. i love thee with all the hight bredth depth yaddayaddyadda and blah blah blah.
i dropped the precious goods off at my car and walked into the mall proper through sport check. as usual, i was not noticed but today i wanted it that way. i weaved my way through all the sporty stuff and stopped only to look at these socks. they were ankle socks and and coloured polka dots on them. it took me a minute to assertain that they were crocs socks and the coloured polkas were meant to show under the holes on the croc shoe. (dave d. said to me today "where are those rubber shoes you wear?" "hello daved. they're not rubber!" ) anyways i digress. what i'm trying to do is say that i went to old navy, but i keep getting bogged down with unimportant details. it's a life long problem unfortunately. i'm going to leave this paragraph while i still have a choice.
old navy was a veritble gold mine of tops. not bottoms, but tops. and so i bought a good number of tops even though i knew i was doing something crazy and slightly irresponsible. the strange thing about old navy was the service. the staff were actually HELPFUL. one guy brought me a bag, ok that's not a new thing, but then a girl was like "do you want me to start a change room for you?" has that ever happened to you in all your years of shopping at old navy? has it??? i don't think so. and now they have white boards on the changeroom doors and they write your name on it. and then a girl actually said "are these no's, laura?" (referring to he pile of no's i hung over the door) and then she took them for me. is this a total twilight zone experience or what? another guy was totally friendly and cheerful and good willish towards me a couple of times. when i was going through the checkout, he came up and helped to bag. "you did well for yourself he said with a big smile." only the girl on cash seemed to be real. real as in the former type of old navy employee. not rude, but more like a zombie or something. i'll have to see if other old navy's have taken on this same persona, or if it's just a miracle local to richmond centre. if i walk into metrotown old navy and someone asks me if i want them to start a changing room for me i may drop dead on the spot. i just may.
THEN i walked down to sears like i was on some sort of mission. i was. i was on a bra mission. i walked straight to some wonderbra bras on sale. i picked out two that were my size. i wasn't picky on style, but they turned out to be not that bad of a style. i grabbed them, tried them on and frankly the fact that they were on sale for 19.99 and the fact that ANY bra feels better than my two current broken remnants of bras helped me make a quick decision to buy them and so far i do not regret it.
it's the day after my payday and i've mostly blown it all. all that can be blown if you know what i mean. but you know, there is only so long that one can go without with exploding with need and grabby shopping behaviors.
elicia just walked over to the table and said in a loud announcer's voice "and now we return to the second half of SUMMER GREEN" and started singing the tune to masterpiece theatre. she's sitting at the dinning room table right now reading it. it's on the table because i finally brought it in from the car. it was in the car from the time amy was here and was reading it and we read it out loud to each other, her exclusively on the way to the ferry (that was mother's day). it was in the car ever since. i resolved to leave it there. but then it got put in the trunk and then the water container from camp leaked and it got wet and so you see, i brought it in to dry it and it's been on the dining room table ever since. earlier i turned to see elicia at the table with her stir-fry remains, head down on her arm reading it. now she's back. that book has a strange hold on people that had no correlation to it being a good book or well written even.
me and daved. went to help one of my housing people clean their place today. i'm glad i had daved. to help me because it would have been so overwhelming to me if i was on my own. the kitchen floor was encrusted and all the counters were encrusted with filth and piled high with dirty dishes everywhere. one blessing was there was no old meat because it was a vegetarian household. daved. and i had a good joking time while we worked. it was nice to make some sort of dent. to make a difference. to return a room to itself.
there were no mice in the traps today. we think they're laying low after yesterday's excitement. try as we might we can't get a fumigation day or any kind of close down to happen.
i don't mind telling you that i've had a good time writing this post. enJOYed it. indeedily.
so yes i shopped. first i bought kitty foods. the girl at the cash seemed to recognize me. she seemed sheepish that she didn't know my last name. it's the first time in the over a year i've been going there that anyone's shown any sign of knowing me. i mean sure, maybe the others recognize me but keep it burried deep inside like a deep dark secret. but the point is, i don't know that they know. you know?
next on my stop was penningtons where i purchased some jeans. one pair of jeans(black.ihaven'thadblackjeanssinceidon'tknowwhen.isuccumbed). they were out of my size in almost all the quality jeans there. i was a little miffed about that. i also bought two tops.
then i went to the mall and stopped at kin's market. oh kins! how do i love thee, let me count the ways! i love thy bins of hard crispy local apples, i love thy mountains of sweet mandarins, i love thy freshness and thy multitudinous varieties (children's charity lo-tte-ry! the word varity triggered that jingle, sorry), i love the lowness of your prices. i love thee with all the hight bredth depth yaddayaddyadda and blah blah blah.
i dropped the precious goods off at my car and walked into the mall proper through sport check. as usual, i was not noticed but today i wanted it that way. i weaved my way through all the sporty stuff and stopped only to look at these socks. they were ankle socks and and coloured polka dots on them. it took me a minute to assertain that they were crocs socks and the coloured polkas were meant to show under the holes on the croc shoe. (dave d. said to me today "where are those rubber shoes you wear?" "hello daved. they're not rubber!" ) anyways i digress. what i'm trying to do is say that i went to old navy, but i keep getting bogged down with unimportant details. it's a life long problem unfortunately. i'm going to leave this paragraph while i still have a choice.
old navy was a veritble gold mine of tops. not bottoms, but tops. and so i bought a good number of tops even though i knew i was doing something crazy and slightly irresponsible. the strange thing about old navy was the service. the staff were actually HELPFUL. one guy brought me a bag, ok that's not a new thing, but then a girl was like "do you want me to start a change room for you?" has that ever happened to you in all your years of shopping at old navy? has it??? i don't think so. and now they have white boards on the changeroom doors and they write your name on it. and then a girl actually said "are these no's, laura?" (referring to he pile of no's i hung over the door) and then she took them for me. is this a total twilight zone experience or what? another guy was totally friendly and cheerful and good willish towards me a couple of times. when i was going through the checkout, he came up and helped to bag. "you did well for yourself he said with a big smile." only the girl on cash seemed to be real. real as in the former type of old navy employee. not rude, but more like a zombie or something. i'll have to see if other old navy's have taken on this same persona, or if it's just a miracle local to richmond centre. if i walk into metrotown old navy and someone asks me if i want them to start a changing room for me i may drop dead on the spot. i just may.
THEN i walked down to sears like i was on some sort of mission. i was. i was on a bra mission. i walked straight to some wonderbra bras on sale. i picked out two that were my size. i wasn't picky on style, but they turned out to be not that bad of a style. i grabbed them, tried them on and frankly the fact that they were on sale for 19.99 and the fact that ANY bra feels better than my two current broken remnants of bras helped me make a quick decision to buy them and so far i do not regret it.
it's the day after my payday and i've mostly blown it all. all that can be blown if you know what i mean. but you know, there is only so long that one can go without with exploding with need and grabby shopping behaviors.
elicia just walked over to the table and said in a loud announcer's voice "and now we return to the second half of SUMMER GREEN" and started singing the tune to masterpiece theatre. she's sitting at the dinning room table right now reading it. it's on the table because i finally brought it in from the car. it was in the car from the time amy was here and was reading it and we read it out loud to each other, her exclusively on the way to the ferry (that was mother's day). it was in the car ever since. i resolved to leave it there. but then it got put in the trunk and then the water container from camp leaked and it got wet and so you see, i brought it in to dry it and it's been on the dining room table ever since. earlier i turned to see elicia at the table with her stir-fry remains, head down on her arm reading it. now she's back. that book has a strange hold on people that had no correlation to it being a good book or well written even.
me and daved. went to help one of my housing people clean their place today. i'm glad i had daved. to help me because it would have been so overwhelming to me if i was on my own. the kitchen floor was encrusted and all the counters were encrusted with filth and piled high with dirty dishes everywhere. one blessing was there was no old meat because it was a vegetarian household. daved. and i had a good joking time while we worked. it was nice to make some sort of dent. to make a difference. to return a room to itself.
there were no mice in the traps today. we think they're laying low after yesterday's excitement. try as we might we can't get a fumigation day or any kind of close down to happen.
i don't mind telling you that i've had a good time writing this post. enJOYed it. indeedily.
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