Alex and I went on a mad eight-hour shopping spree yesterday during which I learned a few things about myself:
1 - I'm in a really slutty strapless-top phase.
2 - My ass is too wide for jeans.
3 - I swear a lot more than I realize.
One can easily be explained by the fact that after years of searching, I finally found a decent strapless bra. That, and I don't want to lose my bronzed clavicles. Recently I noticed that I STILL had tanlines from LAST SUMMER's SUNBURN and I realized it had been more than a decade since I had a tan. You have to actually BE in the sun to get any color, so that explains it.
Two - I tried on every single fricking cut/color/style of jeans that the GAP sells, which entailed traveling to two different stores in two different cities. Not a single pair could be worn amongst the general public. I blame my ass.
Three - At the McDonald's playland yesterday, Alex was driving this steering wheel that tosses around a bunch of bright colored balls when you turn it. Instead of his usual car and/or honk-honk bus noises, he kept shouting (SHOUTING!) "DAMNIT! GO PEOPLE!" at the top of his lungs. Under normal circumstances, I would've been embarassed, but I had just witnessed a father give his three year old a timeout, at which point the child shrieked "YOU DON'T LOVE ME!"
I could not stop laughing.