i officially hate shopping

I found the perfect dress. I paid a little lot more than I had originally planned. But is it worth my time and sanity to keep searching when I know I'll come up empty-handed? Nope, not in this girl's book.

This evening I ventured out in search of the perfect shoes and cardigan to go with the perfect dress. I found nothing after going to three of those huge mega shopping centers that are popping up every other mile in The 'Burbs. Ok, that's not true. I fretted over a pair of shoes that I kind of liked for $50. But I could not bear to part with that kind of money for a pair of shoes I wasn't wild about. I would probably never wear them again either. Yup. Suck. Back to square one.

I had this whole blog entry composed in my head while I was shopping, but if I posted every thing I wanted to write, we'd be here all night and I'm tired and want to go to bed. Here are the highlights:

Apparently I cut off this bitchy teenager as I was walking in front of the entrance to a store. She just couldn't shop fast enough! She got extremely snotty and said "Excuuuse me." I turned around and caught her mom's eye as she followed her daughter through the door and muttered, "fuck you." Totally unlike me to do that, but I was bitter that Ulta was out of my concealer. I was paranoid until I got to my car that they were going to hunt me down and beat me with their Louis Vuitton bags.

My foot seems to have an issue with dress shoes. Normally I wear a size 10. However, in heels and ballet flats, I wear a size 9. Although the size 9 in ballet flats is a tad too small. And a 9 1/2 is too big. Seriously, what is wrong with me? And don't even get me started on heels. I can not wear them. Not because they don't fit, but because I would fall flat on my face. I can barely walk without tripping in tennis shoes.

I saw a number of kids Kathryn's age out and about with their parents shopping at my daughter's bedtime. And later. I know there's all sorts of different approaches to parenting, but I just don't get it. My kid has to be in bed by 7:30. I need that time to myself at night. Otherwise every one is miserable.

I did end up buying a few things. Food at Wendy's. Fried rice for dinner doesn't cut it in our house, as crazy quick as our metabolisms are.