Bring Your Juke-box Money.....

You know what? It was a nice little Sunday. Yeah, we hit the mall, we hit Target, we brought our Cadillac and it's as big as a whale. The whole time we were doing the funky little shimmy...all the way to the Love Shack. Nothing rocks Christmas like the B-52's. Nothing rocks shopping like the dressing room extravaganza the Gregory Girls have created. It's a combination of our ability to have such a good time, to laugh at ourselves, and to be silly in that tiny little room with bad lighting and no place to sit (an area certainly not conducive to debate whether $89 is too much to spend on a shirt.) Anyways, yeah we kicked into high gear today. Granted, I don't think it tops that David's Bridal Spectacular of February 2004...but that's basically the World Series of dressing room productions. Today was the day we went Christmas shopping and we stepped into some unchartered territory. Strings were here and there, the back was in the front, legs were sticking out of the neck holes... We laughed, we tried to get situated, we tried not to cry. The cold weather means more clothes...crowded malls=higher temperature... raising the age old question--do I wear a coat? Do I dress like winter for the brief time I'll be in my car before it heats up...or do I dress down for summer and freeze my ass off anytime I'm not surrounded by the throngs of people doing that last minute Christmas rush. Well, I erred on the side of not catching hypothermia and went for winter with a slight edge--I skipped the coat...and I survived the mall. I did not overheat (the fleece socks were a bit too much and my feet did not thank me) but I did not freeze. All in all it was worth breaking my promise not to leave the house on my one day off before I fly home for Christmas.
Afterall, the b-52's wait for no man.