I don't like shopping. That's a big shocker for a woman to proclaim, but it's true. About the only shopping I can marginally enjoy is shopping for books. I'm seriously waiting for technology to become advanced enough that when I think of something I would like to have or need, the powers that be will check it against my bank account and if I can afford it, shcwoooomp! There it will be on my door step.
As that sort of technology is probably still a long way off, I'll settle for the plan my family just came up with--sending Dear Man, Eyebright, and Bluejane off to the store by themselves. The boys and I will stay home while the boys clean their room, and while I work, blog, or . . . read a book. In a few hours, all the things that I wanted or needed will be packed into my house. It's as close to the perfect shopping experience I can hope to get.
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