I took my daughter shopping on Wednesday after I picked her up from school. She had taken her last midterm and was done by 1030A, so I decided to take an early lunch and hang out.
We went to TJ Maxx and she found one pair of pants and some shoes I talked her into. I found some things for me too, so that was even better.
Then we ventured into her favorite little cheapy place. We bought a bunch of tshirts and one pair of pants. Next on the list was Mervyn's. I had to exchange a few things and buy pants for my youngest son. We looked for pants for her. She didn't really see anything she liked. Then she said, "Mom, I don't need anything else. Can we stop now?"
WHAT!!?? Stop now!! We've only just begun..
I don't know who this child belongs to, but she can't be mine. And she certainly isn't apart of any family that includes the shopaholic Brown women. My mother and grandmother are known for closing down stores. And when my Aunt V was living, well, no one out shopped her. She was known as the only woman who could shop and beat her children's asses at the same time.( 3 people mentioned this at her funeral, that's how tough she was) And she didn't miss a beat. On either task. I didn't appreciate shopping with her until I was an adult. Wonder why?
So, we bought something for lunch and went back to my office for the remainder of a boring day. It was so depressing. But not for her. She spent money downloading music to her MP3 player.
What is that about?!!