Britney Spears step away from the shears ! That is my new mantra. Not only did I color my hair last night, I got out the scissors and that means DISASTER !
I think I was so upset with the horrid color, (everyone says "It's not that dark.") that I got out the scissors and started to "TRIM" a little off the back, a little off the sides, a little off the top . . . . And when you start with SHORT hair and start trimming you wind up with REALLY short hair. So now I look like . . .
CRAP !
Not only is my hair a weird color but it is now sticking out in strange spikes and cow licks all over. I feel like crap so now I look like crap too. Add to that the HUGE HONKING ZIT from hell that is on my chin and just will NOT go away and hurts like hell besides.
It has not been a good mental health day for me. Aside from looking stupid I did get up and walk this morning. Then it started to rain and it was down hill from there. We went to dinner tonight with in-laws of Ann Marie's and my dinner was HORRIBLE ! The place is one we like very much and the food is usually great but tonight the chef must have dropped the salt shaker into my dinner because it was so salty it was disgusting. I DID eat it !
Is there a full moon out there cause I really feel like I should be growing fangs and running through the swamp.
Hope tomorrow is better.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
I'M DYING . . . .
(Think Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz when reading the title and say it like she would say, "I'm melting!) Or you could just hit the delete button and forget the whole thing.
I'm spending the evening dying my hair. The excitement and suspense just doesn't hit more of a fevered pitch than this. I have no idea what color my hair actually is any more. I think it would turn into a nasty sort of salt and pepper thing which would make me look even more like my mom. (I came in from the pool yesterday and looked in the mirror and there was my mother staring back at me!) Most days I think I look like my father but I think because I am desperate for some color in my hair my mother is seeping through. I just happened to be in CVS today (does everyone out there have a CVS pharmacy within spitting distance?) so I purchased some hair color. I thought this would be a good evening to close myself in my room and see if I could transform myself into a less antique version of myself.
Insert here a ringing telephone and ensuing 25 minute conversation. Also insert the following warning that should be printed on EVERY box of hair color. DO NOT LEAVE DYE ON HAIR LONGER THAN 25 MINUTES !
I always wanted to be a red head . . . looks like I got my wish. The gist of this blog was that every time I color my hair I am never quite sure just what I will get. I stay in the "BLONDE" category of color but there are soooooooooooooooooooooo many choices and I do like to switch it up a little each time. I am staying away from "ASH" because that is just too close to grey and the last few times I have had "evaluations" for my back or the police report for the accident I had back in October my hair color has been noted as GREY. What is the sense of coloring my hair if it still looks grey? So I have been leaning toward "NATURAL BLONDE" but even that was getting boring. So today I bought Light GOLDEN blonde.
I GOT RED ! Apparently Golden Blonde is a nice way of saying, "If you leave this color in your hair too long (while you are blabbing on a phone) your hair will turn RED. So like it's not Lucille Ball red but it sure isn't going to be mistaken for grey. Which I suppose is what I was going for in the first place but I may have to take an extra Valium tonight just to ease the shock of looking in the mirror. The color of my hair matches exactly to the color of the sun burn on my face so when I look in the mirror all I see is Elmo or Clifford the Big Red Dog.
At least I did NOT see my mother this time but I'm thinking there is a striking resemblance to Ronald Mc Donald or Clarabell the Clown. I hope it will wash out after a few days if I wash my hair 20 times a day.
And Please Please pray it doesn't turn lavender when I go in the pool.
I'm spending the evening dying my hair. The excitement and suspense just doesn't hit more of a fevered pitch than this. I have no idea what color my hair actually is any more. I think it would turn into a nasty sort of salt and pepper thing which would make me look even more like my mom. (I came in from the pool yesterday and looked in the mirror and there was my mother staring back at me!) Most days I think I look like my father but I think because I am desperate for some color in my hair my mother is seeping through. I just happened to be in CVS today (does everyone out there have a CVS pharmacy within spitting distance?) so I purchased some hair color. I thought this would be a good evening to close myself in my room and see if I could transform myself into a less antique version of myself.
Insert here a ringing telephone and ensuing 25 minute conversation. Also insert the following warning that should be printed on EVERY box of hair color. DO NOT LEAVE DYE ON HAIR LONGER THAN 25 MINUTES !
I always wanted to be a red head . . . looks like I got my wish. The gist of this blog was that every time I color my hair I am never quite sure just what I will get. I stay in the "BLONDE" category of color but there are soooooooooooooooooooooo many choices and I do like to switch it up a little each time. I am staying away from "ASH" because that is just too close to grey and the last few times I have had "evaluations" for my back or the police report for the accident I had back in October my hair color has been noted as GREY. What is the sense of coloring my hair if it still looks grey? So I have been leaning toward "NATURAL BLONDE" but even that was getting boring. So today I bought Light GOLDEN blonde.
I GOT RED ! Apparently Golden Blonde is a nice way of saying, "If you leave this color in your hair too long (while you are blabbing on a phone) your hair will turn RED. So like it's not Lucille Ball red but it sure isn't going to be mistaken for grey. Which I suppose is what I was going for in the first place but I may have to take an extra Valium tonight just to ease the shock of looking in the mirror. The color of my hair matches exactly to the color of the sun burn on my face so when I look in the mirror all I see is Elmo or Clifford the Big Red Dog.
At least I did NOT see my mother this time but I'm thinking there is a striking resemblance to Ronald Mc Donald or Clarabell the Clown. I hope it will wash out after a few days if I wash my hair 20 times a day.
And Please Please pray it doesn't turn lavender when I go in the pool.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
TWO ADVIL AND A JUG OF WHINE
It was a great day! We can start there. REALLY great day. Any day with Smith is a Great day !
BUT . . . Grandma is getting old and because I LOVE to entertain family and friends OCCASIONALLY I tend to go out of the way "fussing" to make the occasion nice. I have been cutting corners the older I get, frozen mashed potatoes, creamed spinach that is already creamed and ready to microwave and serve and desserts bought from the bakery at the super market. Gone are the days of baking cakes and pealing potatoes but there are some things that I just want to have MADE FRESH. Salad is one of those things. Now in our house "salad" equals LETTUCE. Maybe an occasional tomato thrown in but NOTHING else. NO cucumbers, God forbid NO green peppers, (Ger HATES any sort of peppers), NO onion, (that gives us gas), NO olives, cheese, radishes or any other sort of fancy stuff. Just PLAIN old lettuce. (I have graduated to Romaine lettuce from ice burg but that is as wild and crazy as it gets!)
But today we are having guests so I want to go out of the way to make a NICE dinner. The guests are only Smith's parents and his Aunt Brie but they are still guests so a shopping we did go. WE found some delicious looking steak, cheese & Spinach pinwheels. Excellent for the main course. Corn on the cob is always fun with a barbecue and a salad, done deal. I made brochette with tomatoes and mozzarella cheese to have as a filler and we were good to go. But the salad can't just be plain old lettuce for company so I decided to make friend Jeanne's famous STRAWBERRY salad. Fabulous recipe, fairly easy to throw together and just delish!
BUT, this is Smith who is coming and I don't want to waste one minute of his visit cooking so the day before Aunt AM and I hit the kitchen and sliced and diced and cut and pared and pealed and pureed. Today we got up and had to throw the last minute things together, Smith arrived, we played, he napped, we ate, he woke up and we played some more. Throw a dog walk or two in there and you have our afternoon that I wouldn't trade for the world.
Now they have gone home and I am barely able to stay upright in front of the computer.
Grandma is getting old and I need a nap before bed time. BUT A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL!
FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS THE SALAD RECIPE HERE IT IS.
1 Head Romaine lettuce
1 Head Boston Red leaf lettuce (I often just use 2 heads of romaine)
1 Pint of strawberries cut up
1 Cup shredded Montery Jack Cheese
1/2 Cup walnuts
Combine all ingredients in a salad bowl and pour dressing on just before serving.
DRESSING Can be made day or two before serving so flavors mix
1 Cup VEGETABLE oil (Do NOT use olive oil!)
2/3 Cup sugar (I have used splenda and it works great)
1/2 Cup red wine vinegar
2 Cloves of garlic minced
Mix vinegar and sugar over low heat until sugar dissolves. Let cool before adding oil and garlic. Season to taste with salt & pepper and small amount of paprika.
BUT . . . Grandma is getting old and because I LOVE to entertain family and friends OCCASIONALLY I tend to go out of the way "fussing" to make the occasion nice. I have been cutting corners the older I get, frozen mashed potatoes, creamed spinach that is already creamed and ready to microwave and serve and desserts bought from the bakery at the super market. Gone are the days of baking cakes and pealing potatoes but there are some things that I just want to have MADE FRESH. Salad is one of those things. Now in our house "salad" equals LETTUCE. Maybe an occasional tomato thrown in but NOTHING else. NO cucumbers, God forbid NO green peppers, (Ger HATES any sort of peppers), NO onion, (that gives us gas), NO olives, cheese, radishes or any other sort of fancy stuff. Just PLAIN old lettuce. (I have graduated to Romaine lettuce from ice burg but that is as wild and crazy as it gets!)
But today we are having guests so I want to go out of the way to make a NICE dinner. The guests are only Smith's parents and his Aunt Brie but they are still guests so a shopping we did go. WE found some delicious looking steak, cheese & Spinach pinwheels. Excellent for the main course. Corn on the cob is always fun with a barbecue and a salad, done deal. I made brochette with tomatoes and mozzarella cheese to have as a filler and we were good to go. But the salad can't just be plain old lettuce for company so I decided to make friend Jeanne's famous STRAWBERRY salad. Fabulous recipe, fairly easy to throw together and just delish!
BUT, this is Smith who is coming and I don't want to waste one minute of his visit cooking so the day before Aunt AM and I hit the kitchen and sliced and diced and cut and pared and pealed and pureed. Today we got up and had to throw the last minute things together, Smith arrived, we played, he napped, we ate, he woke up and we played some more. Throw a dog walk or two in there and you have our afternoon that I wouldn't trade for the world.
Now they have gone home and I am barely able to stay upright in front of the computer.
Grandma is getting old and I need a nap before bed time. BUT A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL!
FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS THE SALAD RECIPE HERE IT IS.
1 Head Romaine lettuce
1 Head Boston Red leaf lettuce (I often just use 2 heads of romaine)
1 Pint of strawberries cut up
1 Cup shredded Montery Jack Cheese
1/2 Cup walnuts
Combine all ingredients in a salad bowl and pour dressing on just before serving.
DRESSING Can be made day or two before serving so flavors mix
1 Cup VEGETABLE oil (Do NOT use olive oil!)
2/3 Cup sugar (I have used splenda and it works great)
1/2 Cup red wine vinegar
2 Cloves of garlic minced
Mix vinegar and sugar over low heat until sugar dissolves. Let cool before adding oil and garlic. Season to taste with salt & pepper and small amount of paprika.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
BELEAGUERED BY A GHOST
I happen to believe in ghosts. I'm up for anything in the world of supernatural but ghosts are just a given. The DO exist! For what ever reason these are souls have left the Earthly realm and gotten "Stuck" some where between HERE & THERE. And so these spirits are around trying to get some place better than where they are. Some times, in order to move on, they annoy the living. REALLY ANNOY the living.
Husband is a ghost! He exists in a world that is neither living nor dead. It is his "happy place" where he is not happy unless he is annoying the hell out of me. I'm not sure where he wants to be but it seems he has gone straight from haunting his mother to haunting me. There were a few very short years that H actually seemed to be a LIVING being. He could make decisions ON HIS OWN. He could plan things to do ON HIS OWN. He even was funny and clever. But slowly and surely he has returned to this state of being a ghost, floating around in my life with no purpose other than to drag me down to his plane of existence.
The man can not decide anything or do anything ON HIS OWN. I need to be consulted about everything except the things that I would consider important. I will hear (many many times) about how late the paper was delivered but I will NOT hear about how he has a pain in his leg for the past week ! He requires endless attention but when I give him attention it annoys him. We wants me to make all the decisions but pisses and moans when I do. And so he HAUNTS me! He floats through my day, appearing at odd times to sit and stare at me while I am on the computer or working in the garden. There are the endless questions of "Can I do anything?" but when I ask him to do something he says he will get to it later. And so he just continues to float back and forth from in front of the TV into my world and out again. Is it any wonder I do NOT want to get up in the morning? H can't understand how I can sleep till 11. I just don't want to get into the haunting of the day.
At the moment the ghost has gone for a walk . . . ALONE . . . and in a mood ! He doesn't have a thing to do and does not realize that HE has to find things to do and not depend on me to entertain him each and every moment. Poor thing! I really do wish he would return to the living and find something worth while do do with himself. Don't bother suggesting things because the ghost will only do things that I WILL DO WITH HIM. This walking by himself is something fairly new and although he will piss and moan that I won't go with him at least he is doing it ALONE!
Anyone got the number for Ghost Busters?
Husband is a ghost! He exists in a world that is neither living nor dead. It is his "happy place" where he is not happy unless he is annoying the hell out of me. I'm not sure where he wants to be but it seems he has gone straight from haunting his mother to haunting me. There were a few very short years that H actually seemed to be a LIVING being. He could make decisions ON HIS OWN. He could plan things to do ON HIS OWN. He even was funny and clever. But slowly and surely he has returned to this state of being a ghost, floating around in my life with no purpose other than to drag me down to his plane of existence.
The man can not decide anything or do anything ON HIS OWN. I need to be consulted about everything except the things that I would consider important. I will hear (many many times) about how late the paper was delivered but I will NOT hear about how he has a pain in his leg for the past week ! He requires endless attention but when I give him attention it annoys him. We wants me to make all the decisions but pisses and moans when I do. And so he HAUNTS me! He floats through my day, appearing at odd times to sit and stare at me while I am on the computer or working in the garden. There are the endless questions of "Can I do anything?" but when I ask him to do something he says he will get to it later. And so he just continues to float back and forth from in front of the TV into my world and out again. Is it any wonder I do NOT want to get up in the morning? H can't understand how I can sleep till 11. I just don't want to get into the haunting of the day.
At the moment the ghost has gone for a walk . . . ALONE . . . and in a mood ! He doesn't have a thing to do and does not realize that HE has to find things to do and not depend on me to entertain him each and every moment. Poor thing! I really do wish he would return to the living and find something worth while do do with himself. Don't bother suggesting things because the ghost will only do things that I WILL DO WITH HIM. This walking by himself is something fairly new and although he will piss and moan that I won't go with him at least he is doing it ALONE!
Anyone got the number for Ghost Busters?
Monday, February 20, 2012
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAELIN
Today my little "Frizzlebean" turns 4 ! WE will probably be seeing her one of these days as her other Grandpa, Fred, is very ill and will probably pass away in the near future. That's a lousy reason to get a trip to MD but I will be delighted to see my little ones. Kaelin had a party on Saturday with ALL of her Maryland family there with her. Even her cousin Jansen and her friend from school, Brook, were at the party and from what we saw a GREAT time was had by all. The two girls got to wear "Fairy" wings that mommy bought and the cake was decorated with Tinker Bell and all her Fairy friends. The princesses took a back seat to the fairies for the party but Kaelin got a Princess dress for her birthday so today when the family went to see DISNEY ON ICE Kaelin was dressed like the princess Bell from Beauty and the Beast. We just got off the computer Skyping with the family and Kaelin is WIRED! She looks like a princes and they all had a wonderful wonderful time at the show, with the exception of the idiot people who don't own watches so they never make it to the show on time. Keri says they even held up starting the show so that all the late comers would be seated but there were still people pushing their way into the aisle once the show had started. That is just plain rude! What ever happened to the Broadway show action of shutting the doors once the show started so that the audience who did get there on time were not disturbed by the idiots who are late? Got me!
So the fourth birthday was a huge success and Grand ma cannot believe that it has been 4 years since this beautiful child was born. I still can't get it through my head that Abby is 7 ! SEVEN ! Impossible!
And speaking of Abby . . . she and her family just returned from Marrakesh. I used to think it was a big deal to go to Rockaway when I was a kid. That was a BIG vacation. And now my grand kids are traveling half way around the world. But when you live in England, Morocco is only 3 hours away by plane so why not go? The gang was there for 4 days and they had a ball. Abby rode a camel, Roman said it was "TOO TALL" for him so he stayed on the ground. They had a tour guide drive them all around and take them to the "souks" or markets. That was the high point what with the snake charmers and trained monkeys. Now they are back in chilly England and starting on the next 6 weeks of school until they are off for their next adventure.
As for us, we are waiting for the arrival of Ger's sister Ann Marie. You remember her, the queen of shopping. I am sure she will have at least 2 HUGE suitcases and 2 carry ons and then not know where she will pack all the things she buys down here when it is time to go home. We actually talked her into coming for 3 weeks this time and I can't wait. We have such a good time together she is always a welcome guest. But then we will probably have to take off for a few days to go to MD for a funeral and leave AM here on her own to soak up the sun all by herself. I'll be sure to leave her a list of chores !
So the fourth birthday was a huge success and Grand ma cannot believe that it has been 4 years since this beautiful child was born. I still can't get it through my head that Abby is 7 ! SEVEN ! Impossible!
And speaking of Abby . . . she and her family just returned from Marrakesh. I used to think it was a big deal to go to Rockaway when I was a kid. That was a BIG vacation. And now my grand kids are traveling half way around the world. But when you live in England, Morocco is only 3 hours away by plane so why not go? The gang was there for 4 days and they had a ball. Abby rode a camel, Roman said it was "TOO TALL" for him so he stayed on the ground. They had a tour guide drive them all around and take them to the "souks" or markets. That was the high point what with the snake charmers and trained monkeys. Now they are back in chilly England and starting on the next 6 weeks of school until they are off for their next adventure.
As for us, we are waiting for the arrival of Ger's sister Ann Marie. You remember her, the queen of shopping. I am sure she will have at least 2 HUGE suitcases and 2 carry ons and then not know where she will pack all the things she buys down here when it is time to go home. We actually talked her into coming for 3 weeks this time and I can't wait. We have such a good time together she is always a welcome guest. But then we will probably have to take off for a few days to go to MD for a funeral and leave AM here on her own to soak up the sun all by herself. I'll be sure to leave her a list of chores !
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
VALENTINES SCHMALENTINES
I feel like the Grinch at Christmas. I HATE Valentines Day. Almost as much as I HATE Mothers Day. Stupid days are just a money making gimmick for card stores and flower shops. I much prefer to ignore these days but when everyone around you is all smiley and happy it is tough to pretend it is just another day.
I have been dealing with a husband who has had his "cranky pants" on for the past 2 days so that has not helped the mood. In fact if Cupid had flown over our house today I would have hit him with a broom. But like the day or not H came through with a box of chocolates and a cute card. Usually he buys Mushy cards for me. Ones that express his undying love and tell me that even though he doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve he does indeed love me. Today's card was funny and light and just signed GER. No "LOVE" GER, just Ger. I guess he doesn't feel much like being all lovey dovey and mushy either.
At least we're on the same page for a change.
I have been dealing with a husband who has had his "cranky pants" on for the past 2 days so that has not helped the mood. In fact if Cupid had flown over our house today I would have hit him with a broom. But like the day or not H came through with a box of chocolates and a cute card. Usually he buys Mushy cards for me. Ones that express his undying love and tell me that even though he doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve he does indeed love me. Today's card was funny and light and just signed GER. No "LOVE" GER, just Ger. I guess he doesn't feel much like being all lovey dovey and mushy either.
At least we're on the same page for a change.
Monday, February 13, 2012
NEVER SHOP WITH YOUR HUSBAND
I just had THE MOST frustrating shopping experience EVER! Husband has been accompanying me EVERY WHERE these days and I will admit that is because I have invited him. STUPID STUPID ME!
I have been going to the chiropractor twice a week this past month, taking advantage of the insurance company paying because of the accident back in October. The coverage stops as of this week and that will be fine with me but since I have had FREE (I know, we are all paying for it) adjustments I have been taking advantage of the twice a week visits to keep my back flexible. H likes to come with me and sit in the car for the half hour it takes to crack my bones and then we go for breakfast at Hobos. A great little local place just down the block from the chiropractor's office with great food and very reasonable prices. Basically H and I sit and watch the other customers and waitresses because we have nothing to talk about other than what H has seen on the TV news this morning or read in the paper while waiting for me. (Because H is with me 24/7 there isn't a hell of a lot that we have to talk about.)
Today, after breakfast, I had told H I wanted to go to the Mall to get some new sneakers. I did hope he might say he would stay home but I know better to think I can get out of his sight for more than 20 minutes. My old Wallmart sneakers had seen their $19.99 days worth of wear and were slowly falling apart. The sole on the one sneaker was falling off and I sounded and looked like a duck when ever I walked, what with the flapping sole. (I already waddle on my own so this really gave me a true duck look. On a good day I might even give off a quack or two.)
We arrived at Sears where I had a few hundred "REWARD POINTS" that were about to expire.
Would someone please explain these STUPID reward points to me! You get points to spend money. Then you can redeem points to save money. Except I have to spend a gazillion dollars to get one point and I have to save up a gazillion points to save a dollar. Makes no sense to me!
Anyway . . . there we were in Sears and guess what? EVERYTHING WAS ON SALE! I mean, ON SALE! 70% off, 80% off, prices were SLASHED! Despite the fact that the "normal" prices are so over the top expensive I realize I am really NOT saving that much. But all those "$ OFF" signs just trigger my shopping adrenalin and I want to SHOP! NO CAN DO when I am there with H. I did find good sneakers, ON SALE, and I was allowed to go into the baby department to find jammies with feet for Finley. (Keri told us yesterday that Finn needed these so H was OK to shop for them.) Once I started drifting into the little girl department H started to hyperventilate. When I was inching my way to the woman's department I thought he was going to have an all out fit. He was literally shaking and breaking out into a sweat. He kept walking toward the check out while calling my name. I GOT THE HINT!
ALL those things on sale . . . and I didn't shop. I am in withdrawal and planning how to sneak out of the house to ride back over to Sears. Do I NEED anything in the way of clothes? NO! Of course not but it is the idea of the hunt. Do big game hunters need a Lion's head on their living room wall . . . HELL NO! But it is all about the challenge. So the sales at Sears will go on without me. I have no more points to spend any way and I sure don't need to collect any more stupid points that usually expire before I go shopping again.
But I have to say, I am jealous of my SINGLE sister-in-law, Ann Marie who lives about a mile from her mall and is there EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK. She NEVER misses a sale!
I have been going to the chiropractor twice a week this past month, taking advantage of the insurance company paying because of the accident back in October. The coverage stops as of this week and that will be fine with me but since I have had FREE (I know, we are all paying for it) adjustments I have been taking advantage of the twice a week visits to keep my back flexible. H likes to come with me and sit in the car for the half hour it takes to crack my bones and then we go for breakfast at Hobos. A great little local place just down the block from the chiropractor's office with great food and very reasonable prices. Basically H and I sit and watch the other customers and waitresses because we have nothing to talk about other than what H has seen on the TV news this morning or read in the paper while waiting for me. (Because H is with me 24/7 there isn't a hell of a lot that we have to talk about.)
Today, after breakfast, I had told H I wanted to go to the Mall to get some new sneakers. I did hope he might say he would stay home but I know better to think I can get out of his sight for more than 20 minutes. My old Wallmart sneakers had seen their $19.99 days worth of wear and were slowly falling apart. The sole on the one sneaker was falling off and I sounded and looked like a duck when ever I walked, what with the flapping sole. (I already waddle on my own so this really gave me a true duck look. On a good day I might even give off a quack or two.)
We arrived at Sears where I had a few hundred "REWARD POINTS" that were about to expire.
Would someone please explain these STUPID reward points to me! You get points to spend money. Then you can redeem points to save money. Except I have to spend a gazillion dollars to get one point and I have to save up a gazillion points to save a dollar. Makes no sense to me!
Anyway . . . there we were in Sears and guess what? EVERYTHING WAS ON SALE! I mean, ON SALE! 70% off, 80% off, prices were SLASHED! Despite the fact that the "normal" prices are so over the top expensive I realize I am really NOT saving that much. But all those "$ OFF" signs just trigger my shopping adrenalin and I want to SHOP! NO CAN DO when I am there with H. I did find good sneakers, ON SALE, and I was allowed to go into the baby department to find jammies with feet for Finley. (Keri told us yesterday that Finn needed these so H was OK to shop for them.) Once I started drifting into the little girl department H started to hyperventilate. When I was inching my way to the woman's department I thought he was going to have an all out fit. He was literally shaking and breaking out into a sweat. He kept walking toward the check out while calling my name. I GOT THE HINT!
ALL those things on sale . . . and I didn't shop. I am in withdrawal and planning how to sneak out of the house to ride back over to Sears. Do I NEED anything in the way of clothes? NO! Of course not but it is the idea of the hunt. Do big game hunters need a Lion's head on their living room wall . . . HELL NO! But it is all about the challenge. So the sales at Sears will go on without me. I have no more points to spend any way and I sure don't need to collect any more stupid points that usually expire before I go shopping again.
But I have to say, I am jealous of my SINGLE sister-in-law, Ann Marie who lives about a mile from her mall and is there EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK. She NEVER misses a sale!
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