I don’t have a lot of time to write this morning. I am slated to go on an adventure that I consider worse than death. Somehow, I was
cooerced suckered asked to drive a gaggle of giggling girls… to the mall.
Now most women I know get breathless at the thought of stepping in to a shopping mall. They flush with excitment and are ready to go. Not me. I can’t stand shopping. The mere thought of spending even an hour trapped in a brightly lit, money sucking emporium makes me break out into a cold sweat. I have no idea what five or six hours will do to me.
Yet somehow, I’m going. There is no school today, it is one of those teacher’s day that come up. So one of Mimi’s friends is taking advantage of it to celebrate her birthday. I’m not sure why I was asked to help with the driving, but apparently, one of my endearing traits it that I have a hard time saying “no”. Either that, my children know exactly when to catch me at my weak moments!
If I survive, I’ll be sure to let you know all the details. If you never hear from me again, well…just think of me each time you pass a mall…