Yesterday Mr. T and I did a little traveling for his business and a little shopping for the baby.
I went into a clothing store in search of a Bridesmaid dress to wear to the upcoming wedding of my former roomie, Melissa, who is beautiful, generous and has a charming amount of "sassy" in her.
I found a clerk in the store and asked if they sell maternity clothes.
"For women?" she asked.
"Umm, yes." I said.
Perhaps I mumbled when I asked if they sell maternity clothes.
I mumble sometimes.
Or perhaps she was a couple of fries short of a happy meal.
Either way, she blessed me with a chuckle.
Also, we asked a different lady if she knew where the Target was in town.
"Oh yes," she said. "Just go up this street about a mile. I'm not from here, but I think it's about a mile. It'll be on your left-hand side."
And so we went. And went. And went.
And turned around and went some more.
Finally found a blue collar worker and asked him if he knew where it was.
"Actually, we don't have a Target here."
Great. Nothing like adding a hour of aimless wondering to your day.
So onto the next town we went in search of Target, which proved to be a more fruitful endeavor.
We entered, already a little tired and with high hopes of making it a fast shopping trip so we could get home at a decent hour.
Except I forgot to calculate in one factor...
Have you ever been stroller shopping with an Engineer?
It's not fast. Very funny, but not fast.
Mr. T needed to go down the line, take the strollers down, analyze the specs, figure out how they fold up and unfold, and "Hey, what do you think this plastic thing is for?, etc.
Needless to say, we were overwhelmed and decided to wait on that purchase. We did find a car seat, however. Somehow we dropped a small fortune on it and we're not even sure why, except the one we purchased gave us a greater sense of peace. Not because it was safer. More because we liked the color scheme and fabric. I think we've been bam-boozled.
Newby parents.
I guess the point is that we are all a couple fries short of a happy meal sometimes. It's the spice of life, if you ask me.
I went into a clothing store in search of a Bridesmaid dress to wear to the upcoming wedding of my former roomie, Melissa, who is beautiful, generous and has a charming amount of "sassy" in her.
I found a clerk in the store and asked if they sell maternity clothes.
"For women?" she asked.
"Umm, yes." I said.
Perhaps I mumbled when I asked if they sell maternity clothes.
I mumble sometimes.
Or perhaps she was a couple of fries short of a happy meal.
Either way, she blessed me with a chuckle.
Also, we asked a different lady if she knew where the Target was in town.
"Oh yes," she said. "Just go up this street about a mile. I'm not from here, but I think it's about a mile. It'll be on your left-hand side."
And so we went. And went. And went.
And turned around and went some more.
Finally found a blue collar worker and asked him if he knew where it was.
"Actually, we don't have a Target here."
Great. Nothing like adding a hour of aimless wondering to your day.
So onto the next town we went in search of Target, which proved to be a more fruitful endeavor.
We entered, already a little tired and with high hopes of making it a fast shopping trip so we could get home at a decent hour.
Except I forgot to calculate in one factor...
Have you ever been stroller shopping with an Engineer?
It's not fast. Very funny, but not fast.
Mr. T needed to go down the line, take the strollers down, analyze the specs, figure out how they fold up and unfold, and "Hey, what do you think this plastic thing is for?, etc.
Needless to say, we were overwhelmed and decided to wait on that purchase. We did find a car seat, however. Somehow we dropped a small fortune on it and we're not even sure why, except the one we purchased gave us a greater sense of peace. Not because it was safer. More because we liked the color scheme and fabric. I think we've been bam-boozled.
Newby parents.
I guess the point is that we are all a couple fries short of a happy meal sometimes. It's the spice of life, if you ask me.
