I went to the mall yesterday on mission almost impossible. I wandered into the mall, confused, frustrated, and in knee socks that were argyle. The first coherent thought to ripple through my mind was bitter, "married women have an unfair advantage, if all else fails they can buy themselves lingerie." Later chuckling to myself about the absurdity of buying him anything that came from the mall. chukling in that way that people living under the freeway do when a lexus drives by. A moment of horror in RobinsonsMay when I realized that I would have to do this all over again come Christmas, which would come really, really soon. Desperation, dispair, a phone call, a feeling of general incompentence.

Later came peace and resignation. Fingers crossed, and atleast I like it. :)

(may he forgive me if he reads this)