My thirteen year old daughter pointed out to me that I’m not a normal woman. What she meant was that I don’t share her fondness for shopping. Let’s be clear. I hate shopping at the best of times but Christmas shopping is particularly despicable. This year has been particularly horrendous because I didn’t want to start my shopping until I moved into our new house. Usually, I try and finish my shopping before flipping the calendar to December to avoid the crowds. Today I will find myself in the mall for the third day in a row, my eyes glazed over from the pain. Dealing with surly clerks and pushy shoppers only makes coming home that much better.
Good news! I received my editorial letter the other day so when I’m not shopping I can get my head into