Sitting at work this morning, I stared at the hibernate crap that’s been driving me nuts for the last week and a half, and realized that I didn’t want to be there. At all.
So I sent out an email (this place sucks, I’m leaving, kthxbai) to let my coworkers know I was bailing for the day, got in my car, and drove to the outlet mall.
Did you know that there is nobody at the outlet mall on a Tuesday morning at 10 am during a recession? It was great, I had the place to myself for the first hour, and it never really got crowded.
Four and a half hours, $319, 3 pairs of jeans, 8 shirts, 2 sweaters, 6 scrunchies, a belt, a set of pajamas and a vending machine Twix later, I was all set. And my arms were killing me. Carrying around shopping bags is a killer on the elbows.
Now it’s time to clear some space in the closet! I think the husband has some things that need to go …
Late last year, b3 asked for my address. Assuming he had decided he was an adult and was sending out Christmas cards for the first time, I gave him the address and didn’t think anything more of it.
