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Saturday, March 11, 2006
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Catching Up
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It has been a while since I've blogged about normal stuff. Well, I mean normal for me. The weird thing is that the fewer words I use the more other people have to say. This could be significant if it were a normal conversation, but since this is my blog, I think it is my right to spout off and say as much as I want without interupption. Whatever.
Last Thursday, Mom and James and I were shopping at the Cumberland mall. (yeah, yeah, not like Deptford, but we didn't have time to ride there) Mom had some shopping to do at the mall and I had some stuff to get at Michael's. (cute little hats for my little amish boy dolls) Mom was shopping in the kitchen store up there, and so James and I didn't hang around long. After scouring the whole store and finally deciding with despair that not even a craft store sold the little straw hats I wanted, I found them hiding in the wrong aisle. They were next to the feather boas and the jewelry-making stuff. (???) Mission accomplished, we had lots of time to blow before Mom would be ready.
Marshalls provided the nearest entrance to the mall. I had been looking to replace those little earrings I had lost one of, (you remember, the cute dangly ones?) I dragged James all the way through the mall looking for two stores. Icings, which we found, unbelievably carried the elusive earrings!! Excitement! Joy! I had failed to bring any cash with me and wasn't about to write a check for $4.50. Disappointment. Downcastedness. Oh well. I hid them behind a hundred other pairs so I wouldn't be able to find them next time I came, and headed out to meet James, who has never come in with me since the day I forced him along in Deptford. We never found the other store we were looking for; they must only have them at Deptford. I did notice that the game store is missing! Curses! There used to be a shop that sold board games just outside of Boscov's next to the coffee beanery. (how do you spell beanery?)
Having gone all over the mall, not finding anything else interesting to look at (except through the window of DEB), we made our way back to Mom who was nearly ready to leave. There was some question at the register as to the price of one item, but I took down the sign that said they were on sale and brought it to the front so the woman could see it. Then of course, I put it back and we left. James loaded the stuff in the back of the car and Mom drove us to Staples, where James could look for his needed items. I sat in the car.
By this time, I was tired of walking. Just let me sit here a minute and I'll be ready to tackle Walmart.
The phone rang.
Not my phone. My mom had left hers in the car. I picked it up and heard a familiar voice on the other end. "Hi Leslie! This is Danielle."
She was calling to get together the next day and bring over some dresses for me to alter for Rachel's flower girls. "Sure, I'd be more than happy to work on putting sleeves into already-extremely-cute little dresses." Or something like that. |
posted by cori
3/11/2006 07:25:00 AM
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| Sounds like some kind of sports thing, but in reality, the ShugaBowl is just a little hideaway for me, Sugarcube herself, to let loose my thoughts and occasional creativeness. |
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