A Shopaholic's Nightmare

Going to the mall and forgetting your *gasp...purse.

Yup, that was me, today. We went all the way to the Queens Center Mall to do some serious shopping for our circuit convention that is next weekend and I forget my friggin purse. I didn't forget the fried noodles that I was going to use to bribe Aixah to behave, I didn't forget my house keys, or my cell phone, or Aixah's stinky blankie but I forget the ch$ ch$ng, ugh.

My eyes got all watery, what a waste of a perfectly decent shopping day AND all the amazing after Christmas sales on top of it all, waa...

I was with my Dad, my Mom and my Aunt and my Dad just kind of rolls his eyes like I left my purse on purpose so that he could buy me something. My mom is looking at me with this sad expression because at this moment I am desperately fishing in my pockets. I come up with two 20s, three singles, and about 4 dollars in quarters. This may be enough to buy a layering tee and some hoisery and a snack at the food court. I really want to cry.

My Aunt is just kind of laughing. She's in her own little world. But then she says, all happy, "well...you can do some window shopping...

Window shopping...WINDOW SHOPPING...lady, are you crazy? I'd rather get a colonoscopy than go window shopping.

And then she mentions...and why people mention this at the most inopportune moment I will never know...do you want to have more kids now, Rubie? That question really drives me up a wall. I always try to reply with something sarcastic, like, No, way, I hate kids, I'm looking to give mine away, interested? Or, nah, I love kids, I may stop at number 6, do you think that's too much, well, how did you manage? Ugh...people, please stop bashing FTM (first time moms) we have feelings too!

Anyway, I call Victor as a last resort, with this crazy idea that maybe he can swoop into the mall and drop off a couple of hundred dollar bills. Apparently, Victor wasn't very excited about swopping any where since he worked all day yesterday and all day today (and is still working, mind you). In fact, he was very insulted by my phone call. Geez, some superhero he is...

So now I'm home, managed to afford a greenish merino wool sweater at Banana Republic and a decent cup of coffee and that is all, sigh.
Guess I'll be wearing that Michael Kors sweater, again, this weekend--boo.

(I'll be sulking now, thank you very much.)