Today I combined something enjoyable, spending time with my kids, with something I thoroughly detest--shopping. Kathy's day was pretty well spoken for so I was elected to take Steph to the mall to buy some jeans. I go to the mall about twice a year so this would give the mall cops an extra opportunity to stare at the goofy guy wearing sandals in the winter.
Kathy gave me clear instructions. The jeans were not to be low cut or skin tight. And no wild stuff either. Got it. Low cut, skin tight, and wild.
I woke Steph up this morning with my most excited voice. "Hey, you and I are going to the mall. We're going shopping!"
"Oh, God," she groaned.
"Yeah, I'm hoping none of my friends see me there either," I said.
So we headed off on our big adventure. And it was nothing less than amazing. I'm the type of shopper that goes to one store in the mall, gets exactly what I want, and leaves. No wandering around. No window shopping. No food court.
And Steph did exactly that. It was great! She found some jeans that fit in no time. After I paid for them she said, "Now let's get out of here before somebody sees me."
Okay, so maybe her motivation is a little different than mine.