Shopping
Shopping
Originally uploaded by iasmindecordobaThis is as close to a happy face as I get when I have to go shopping. It's not quite a sneer, but close to "stinky face" as Duke Sir Muffin man rightly claimed. I have stated many times how much I loathe the act, but for those few who do not know me well, allow me to elaborate slightly.
Clothes shopping: right out. Perfect clothes shopping trip, short of not at all, is "Those look like they'll fit; here's my credit card," spoken from the doorway of the store, ala Melvin Udall in As Good As It Gets.
Christmas shopping: barely tolerated. As in this picture. I was promised coffee. I am weak in this regard. Perfect Christmas shopping trips involve slippers and an internet connection, peppered by frequent visits from the US Postal Carrier and the UPS Driver.
Food/wine shopping: FTW! One of two acceptable shopping types done willingly, without complaint. Ethnic food stores and farm markets preferred.
Books stores: The only other acceptable form of shopping, with the holiday caveat. The older the bookstore the better. More discoveries to be had.
And despite what my friends will tell you, I do not shop. When forced to retrieve clothing or shoes from a store these are clearly replacement emergency missions, not shopping trips. I am not going because I *like* it. I'm going because I do not want to be barefoot or naked. Wait...I've got this all wrong. I do! Problem solved!