I Bought Shoes.
First, remember how a week ago I was talking about how we were snowed in? Well, last night we got a freak thunderstorm. Weather = WTF.
In other news, I bought shoes. That I don't need at all. But they are adorable and awesome and I love them. I am still breaking in the last pair of sneakers I bought, but whatever. My sister was looking for new sneakers and I said, "Try these," but they didn't fit her in the toes, so I slipped my foot in to them and BAM - new shoes for Dodger! Now I have white with pink/grey sneakers, and brown with white sneakers, and my new black with white/purple sneakers.
And those are just my sneakers. ;)
The rest of the shopping day kind of blew though.
I went to get new glasses. When the woman was done with the customer she was helping, she came over. My sister and I were sitting there. My sister was playing Angry Birds, completely zoned out. I am holding a pair of glasses and a prescription in my hand. The woman walks right past me and says to my sister, "How can I help you?"
I said, "Yes, hi, I need these glasses," and shoved them at her.
She says, "Oh. Okay then. And how old are you?"
I blinked and said, "I'm 32."
Look, I know I am tiny and have a young looking face, but at 32, people have no right to be asking me that. I mean, the last person that asked me that was my physical therapist (who I've known for twenty years) and I said, "Dude, when a woman passes 30, you aren't suppose to ask her that anymore."
He was all, "Yeah, dude, but let's pretend for a second you aren't talking to your friend, and you are talking to a medical professional."
Fine. But the eyeglass lady didn't need to know my age. I'm the one holding the damn glasses, asshat. I'm clearly the customer, even if I'm 14, so talk to me.
It's a long standing complaint for me. No wonder I can never get hit on - everyone thinks I'm 12.
Then the eyeglass lady told me it would be cheaper to buy two pairs of glasses. I don't need two pairs. I barely need one pair. They are only for watching TV and playing video games on the big screen. What do I need two pairs for? She explains it is $150 for one pair, but only $99 for two. This makes no sense. My sister looks up from her game long enough to agree that it makes no sense, and to ask her if she will just sell me the one pair for $100 - because then I spend less and they are only out by one pair. The woman sits there dumbfounded and finally decides she can't - so I bought two pairs.
Whatever. $100 was less than I expected.
Then we went and did the shoes - which was yay!
By that point, my sister was so done with shopping. She really, really does not like shopping. I was struck suddenly with how much I miss my old shopping friend. She was the kind of girl that would take a Saturday afternoon and we would go to JCPenny and try on everything for like two/three hours and then go to Applebees for two hours. I miss shopping trips like that.
Anyway, I got some really cute underwear and a new bra - but I still need to get a pair of black slacks, another bra, some socks and maybe a new dress shirt. Which means, I've got to go back to the store.
After we got home though, The BFF called from her family trip of Hell and we talked about Misha batting his eyelashes - (What? He does bat them and you know it!) - and we got kind of giggly silly. As one does, when talking about Misha.
Okay then, that is all.
PS and Stuffs: I still have not watched the last ep of SPN. So, you know, sssshhhh. I will eventually, but obviously, not yet.
In other news, I bought shoes. That I don't need at all. But they are adorable and awesome and I love them. I am still breaking in the last pair of sneakers I bought, but whatever. My sister was looking for new sneakers and I said, "Try these," but they didn't fit her in the toes, so I slipped my foot in to them and BAM - new shoes for Dodger! Now I have white with pink/grey sneakers, and brown with white sneakers, and my new black with white/purple sneakers.
And those are just my sneakers. ;)
The rest of the shopping day kind of blew though.
I went to get new glasses. When the woman was done with the customer she was helping, she came over. My sister and I were sitting there. My sister was playing Angry Birds, completely zoned out. I am holding a pair of glasses and a prescription in my hand. The woman walks right past me and says to my sister, "How can I help you?"
I said, "Yes, hi, I need these glasses," and shoved them at her.
She says, "Oh. Okay then. And how old are you?"
I blinked and said, "I'm 32."
Look, I know I am tiny and have a young looking face, but at 32, people have no right to be asking me that. I mean, the last person that asked me that was my physical therapist (who I've known for twenty years) and I said, "Dude, when a woman passes 30, you aren't suppose to ask her that anymore."
He was all, "Yeah, dude, but let's pretend for a second you aren't talking to your friend, and you are talking to a medical professional."
Fine. But the eyeglass lady didn't need to know my age. I'm the one holding the damn glasses, asshat. I'm clearly the customer, even if I'm 14, so talk to me.
It's a long standing complaint for me. No wonder I can never get hit on - everyone thinks I'm 12.
Then the eyeglass lady told me it would be cheaper to buy two pairs of glasses. I don't need two pairs. I barely need one pair. They are only for watching TV and playing video games on the big screen. What do I need two pairs for? She explains it is $150 for one pair, but only $99 for two. This makes no sense. My sister looks up from her game long enough to agree that it makes no sense, and to ask her if she will just sell me the one pair for $100 - because then I spend less and they are only out by one pair. The woman sits there dumbfounded and finally decides she can't - so I bought two pairs.
Whatever. $100 was less than I expected.
Then we went and did the shoes - which was yay!
By that point, my sister was so done with shopping. She really, really does not like shopping. I was struck suddenly with how much I miss my old shopping friend. She was the kind of girl that would take a Saturday afternoon and we would go to JCPenny and try on everything for like two/three hours and then go to Applebees for two hours. I miss shopping trips like that.
Anyway, I got some really cute underwear and a new bra - but I still need to get a pair of black slacks, another bra, some socks and maybe a new dress shirt. Which means, I've got to go back to the store.
After we got home though, The BFF called from her family trip of Hell and we talked about Misha batting his eyelashes - (What? He does bat them and you know it!) - and we got kind of giggly silly. As one does, when talking about Misha.
Okay then, that is all.
PS and Stuffs: I still have not watched the last ep of SPN. So, you know, sssshhhh. I will eventually, but obviously, not yet.