I hate them, I do, really.
I hate shopping. I went yesterday to look for a coat, I have no winter coat. I must have tried on everyone they had. Coats are not friendly to pudgy girls. I went from mildly pudgy, to the Pillsbury Dough Girl in a matter of seconds.
To make it worse, I then moved onto the dress section. I did not consume enough alcohol to enter into that. You have to be a size 2 to look decent in anything they had.
I can feel the crankiness seeping in to me. It starts about now, and doesn’t end until my bank account is drained, and all the events are over.
Oh, right, and then exactly after that is my Birthday. When everyone is all holiday-d out. Including myself. Our family has 5 birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years all in 6 weeks.
Ugh. I am wearing this until February:
