Yesterday, I was quietly making breakfast in my jammies, when the phone rang. For me! Yesterday was going to be my stay-at-home-and-don't-step-foot-outside-the-house day. But on the phone was my friend Carlene, from church, asking if I wanted to go shopping instead. Now, friends, I'm not a shopper. I abhor the mall. I don't break out in hives or anything, but I do avoid them if I can. So much walking, and so little to show for it.
But I said yes, and off we went. Here's the list of stores we plowed through:
Ross -- I bought a sale shirt for Peter.
Christian Family Bookstore -- I bought Julia's "big" present, a new Bible with her name on it, and a case for it.
Tar-jay -- We used their restroom.
Old Navy -- They had GREAT sales, but their check-out line stretched to the edge of doom, so we left.
TJ Maxx -- nada
Food Court for lunch -- We shared a Japanese Chicken Teriyaki, which was rather delish.
GNC -- I found no Grapefruit Seed Oil (for making Jody's cream), but Carlene found some leg cramp medicine.
Penney's -- I finally found 2 turtleneck shirts for Peter. 3 shirts. That's all the boy will have under the tree, and he'll complain about those. He wants only C*A*S*H.
Dillard -- I later realized that this was our real destination. Carlene headed for the make-up counter like a nectar-laden bee flying toward the hive. She instructed the girls there to "do" our faces. I've never, ever had the nerve to walk up to those white-coated professionals, with my unadorned face, and demand such a thing. This is why every girl needs a friend like Carlene, who is fearless.
Carlene, in the hands of a professional:
The final effect, however, I was not all that thrilled with. A tad scary, although Carlene looks lovely. I did buy some cleanser and a new lipstick.
The second thing I did was lie down on the couch and gaze with my exhausted and un-mascaraed eyes, at our tree. Gradually the twinkling lights blurred.