Mall Rat

I admit it. I’ve been acting strange lately, that’s bad when I admit it. Maybe I’m just evolving.

 

Saturday I went to the Galleria, voluntarily. We go about once every two years, usually involving out of town guests. Or that Christmas when Nicholas turned three and I was hell-bent on showing him the Christmas Lights. We spent three hours looking for a parking space and Bobby growled at me dirty looks for a week. Another treasured family memory gone horribly wrong. Surprisingly Saturday, Bobby tagged along without too much opposition, although I think he thought he’d be rewarded for his good behavior  at the pipe store… Sadly it was no longer there. I was choked up about that to. Did you know people stare at you when you do a happy dance on the 3^rd floor of the Galleria… No sense of humor.

 

So we go on this day trip for two reasons. One, it’s too hot to do anything else. And Two, I wanted a new look. I have some stuff coming up I wanna look less-ugly for. I almost said “look hot for” but I’m not completely delusional. Bobby is just excited I might actually wear something other than shorts and T-shirts.

 

Part of me knew I ought to go to my mall instead of driving downtown. But I thought the Galleria would inspire me to… to… I’m not sure now. The Galleria, what a strange place. It takes me about a year to forget how much I truly dislike it. It’s crowded. Overpriced. And crowded.

 

I guess we had fun looking window shopping. Although both Bobby and Nicholas groaned every time I threatened to buy them clothes. They both rather have toys. We did have lunch at chic-fill-la… It was much tastier then the one at “my” mall… Ok, Maybe not but ya know.

 

The irony to my story is Sunday I went to my mall. The one that is 2 miles away from my house… I put like five outfits on hold equaling the price of one shirt I liked at the Galleria. Yes, another Saturday well spent. Bobby’s praying for cooler weather. I become this insane mall rat only when temperatures are above 95 degrees.