because she gets to sit in the parking garage
(i always leave her with a nice view)
while i have to take a few deep breaths
and walk into the MALL...
gretta just really needed a few things for the upcoming months,
like a new, decent rain jacket,
a new fleece (old one worn out and grown out of),
she never got a swiss army knife, even tho the big kids had...
and another cute (affordable) dress for senior class day.
g is not a clothes hog nor does she have a closet full of shoes
(you have seen her footwear of choice).
so armed with a list and the best attitude we could muster,
we forged ahead.
found most things on sale.
and did OK.
and are still speaking.
but we are TIRED
and don't feel like we need to go back anytime soon.
we try to shop locally, or online,
because we really don't like malls at all.
too much "stuff", too impersonal, too big,
not the loveliest slice of american life...
oh, i am venting, i know.
but i'll bet g and i are not the only ones familiar with mall fatigue.