my fiance is the sweetest
i love saying that. fiance. so amid working on CPA stuff and trying to get any sort of decent blogging done, i have a problem that can wait no longer. as is my custom during tax/busy/whatever season, i’ve grown out of all of my clothes to the point that i must go shopping. not just need to. must. and this isn’t just shopping. this is full-on depressed, i’m-a-cow* shopping. the worst kind.
my sweet fiance went with me. not just went with me. went with me and didn’t complain. Saturday i dragged him to 3 different malls all over the county and didn’t find a single thing until we were back closer to his house. we got in around 10 p.m. included in our outing were tears, SarahK style, and oh i am pathetic when i cry. it’s really a horror to behold. think of the ugliest-crying person you know, and i could give them a run for their money. especially with my roots grown out (i haven’t had a cut nor a highlight since right before my American Idol audition) and no mascara on. oh yeah. because the shopping experience didn’t promise to be bad enough, i had to go to the first mall without mascara. see, i always put on my makeup in the car (no nagging, Bikermommy!), and we were in my sweet fiance’s car, so my makeup was in Tha Pinkytoe (aka Pinky, aka my car).
after one mall and a Ross DFL, i said in broken voice, “let’s… go… to… Pier 1. i’ll spend money in there and then feel better.” but i could see i was going overboard once we were in there, because, well, it’s Pier 1. and my dishes are there, and i have 4 settings and want 4 more and almost went nuts and bought them all. but had i done that, i’d have missed out on buying them with my gift card that my Sizzle gave me for Christmas. plus, no money for clothes if i buy all my dishes.
anyway, we went to Petsmart and got Sydney a collar so she’d stop chewing on her stitches. she had already removed one herself, so we took the collar back to Frank’s house, and it was too big (the smallest size even). we checked her out, and she seemed fine, so we went back out shopping.
ok. i told Frank he could stay home and play video games while i was shopping. he asked if i wanted him to go, and i said yes, i’d love his company, but i totally understood if he wanted to stay. because i abhor shopping myself, and to go shop with someone else who is just going to be in the worst mood because she feels like a whale (we progress, and our perceived mammal-bodies get bigger with every store. by mall #2 – orca.) and because she hates to shop for clothes… well, there aren’t many bigger beatings in life. but he said he’d go with me so we’d at least be spending time together. * sniff *
the second mall was no better than the first, though for some reason, i was more calm. maybe because Frank was with me and i was so pleased by his being so sweet and patient with me. maybe because i had moved from “i should be chewing cud and lying in a pasture sunning myself” to “it could be worse, i could be eating plankton and swimming all day.” see? improvement. or it could have been that i picked up my makeup when we were at the house and no longer looked like a deathwalker. btw, i think mascara transforms me more than anyone else on the planet. it’s like instant sunshine in a tube.
i finally found a few articles of clothing at mall #3. and Frank was sweet and patient all the way through.
oh how i love him.
btw, i worked some yesterday afternoon and last night. and during breaks, i played Puzzle Kombat (a very bloody Mortal Kombat version of SuperCollapse) with him. he beats me almost every time, but i’m an addict now. it’s usually me saying “just one more game.” so that gets added to the repertoire of video games that i play with him. Donkey Konga makes 2. and we’re going to look into karaoke equipment for the fun of it. watch out world.
* i know i’m not a cow, but that’s how any woman who has grown out of all of her clothes sees herself, especially through the eyes of dressing room mirrors.