It must be Christmas time; I went to the mm...the mmm...the mmma...the mmaaa...the mall.
Years ago, when the shoots were little, I said I had "mallitis" as an excuse not to take them there.
Unfortunately, Miss Helping Hands wasn't old enough to know there was no such disease and she became very worried about her mother's health.
I feel badly about that.
But I really do despise and avoid the mall.
So, I'm not sure how it happened (and I think it was my idea) that the Prince and I decided to spend last Saturday morning Christmas shopping at the mall with Beeg Seester and Bro.
And we had a really good time.
We spent a LONG time in Pottery Barn; where the Prince and I gave serious consideration to some furniture.
Then we went to Journey's shoe store to buy a pair of Converse for someone on my gift list.
I like unusual footwear, but I don't really know how these shoes for moi got into the bag.
Really.
And only the Prince knows how that See's candy bag wound up among our packages.
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On Sunday, the Prince and I spent a patch of time wiring new lights into several of the little artificial trees we have in this place.
Ordinarily, I would say that job is anything but pleasant (it's certainly put me right out of fellowship many times in the past) and certainly not worthy of being a joyful, inchie sort of thing.
But, being in it together seems to add sweetness to everything.
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On Monday, we made the decision to purchase the wool area rug we'd seen at Pier One during our Saturday shopping adventure.
Dennis picked it up on his way home from work and, after dinner and a few chores, we moved the furniture and laid the rug in place.
It's colors are perfect, and the warmth and quietness it adds to the family room are lovely.
In other words...
...it's nothing like the inchie.
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On Tuesday, I stopped at Me Darlin' Mither's place after work to decorate her tree.
And start a kitchen fire.
Mither had some lunch cooking for me on the stove top, and I got a little too close to the flames while I was dishing it onto a paper plate.
I thought I'd blown out the fire, but when it suddenly started sending up smoke again, I had to take my lunch plate outside to keep from setting off the smoke detector.
Never a dull moment.