It's been a crazy week and now it's quiet. The wind's died down. Michelle's dog has settled in for his half day siesta and Michelle just left for a day of shopping with Jessica. I elected to stay home and enjoy a slow day.
I'm not much of a shopper; most men I know aren't. I think it hearkens back to the days when we were hunters. We didn't go out looking at woolly mammoths all day; find one we like; stop for coffee; keep looking; find one we like better; stop for lunch; take the first one back; go find the one we liked better; stop at Cinnabon on the way home. No, our forefathers set out for the hunt; killed the first woolly mammoth they found and ate dinner.
Proof of point: I've gone into Costco for a single item, purchased that item and returned home with just that item. Yes, ladies, it can be done. A certain beautiful woman I know can't even go into Walgreen's to pick-up a prescription without getting a cart.
If shopping is your thing, good for you. If like me you'd rather enjoy a slow day, then good for us.
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