First, I want to thank you all for your awesome birthday wishes. I turned 43 on Saturday, and had a great time. Very low key, but really nice. AND! GUESS WHAT I GOT????
BIRTHDAY ICE CREAM CAKE [OREO - OH HOLY HELL SO GOOD]
And, more importantly, or at least equal in importance:
30 ROCK DVDS!!!!!
Yes! The husband and the girl got me the 30 Rock DVDs so I can continue to develop my unhealthy relationships with fictional characters. If you want, you can come over and watch. We can fluff up the pillows and watch them while laying in bed, like completely lazy people. Plus, I got mad at the stupid fucking DVR in our bedroom and pounded on it with my fist a la The Fonz and it's been working fine now, so we won't have to worry about the show not playing right. [My hand is still kind of sore.]
The other thing I did this weekend that is of note is that I took the girl to the mall. We're trying to finish up the shopping for her big move and so I spent Sunday afternoon with the damned. And not even the good Damned, which would have been fine [did you know they are touring? I'm not sure how I feel about that.]. Instead, I got to spend it with:
Shitastic Parents. These people evidently decided that they had enough children that actually paying attention to what any one individual child is doing is far too gauche, so they just let them wander in packs where two of the kids each have hold of the arm of one kid in the middle and are pulling her along with her feet and legs dragging on the floor of the mall, while each arm holder is trying to go in a separate direction. I kid you not. I saw this. So stop being an asshole, parents. Watch your kids when you're out.
Awful, painfully bad customer service people. This is directed to Forever 21, in particular, although Macy's is right up there. I am never, ever setting foot in that yellow bag repository again. You want cheap third world labor clothes that are going to fall apart after a couple of wears, go to H & M. Because this place? Was ridiculously bad. I told the girl that that was her last experience there. I will GLADLY pay a larger amount of money to get in and out of the store quicker than wait in line with people who have to move their lips when they read and are also squished into Aeropostale clothes that are 2 sizes too small. There's no need for me to suffer through this. I have rights.
Idiot People in Line. I don't want to hear what you're talking about while waiting in line. Your life is NOT that interesting. Unless you're transmitting launch codes or guiding someone through emergency surgery, that shit can wait until later.
Kiosk People. Just don't. I don't like to be rude [really!], so don't make me tell you to fuck off just so I can get past you into Bath & Body Works to pick up some overpriced soap [it really smells good, though, doesn't it?].
On the plus side, I ended up stopping in at Talbots [did I mention I'm 43? It's like a requirement] and I am IN LOVE with that store. Delightful staff who actually HELPED ME find things to match a deeply discounted skirt I was thinking of buying and then being super nice and kind and telling me about super sales and I ended up with 3 tops, a sweater and a skirt for $69! FROM TALBOTS.
What did you do this weekend? Did you find yourself enjoying plaid?