Shop Til You Drop
November 16, 2007
Every year before Christmas my good friend and I go away shopping for the weekend. We have been doing it for over 10 years now and I look forward to it all year long. Two whole days of shopping, eating whenever and whatever we want without worrying about little people, having entire conversations uninterrupted.
We catch up on all the news of our respective families. Watch bad television that never, EVER involves sports or bloodshed. And get all of our shopping done.
We also wrap all of our presents in our hotel room while eating candy and drinking wine. And since I have more children than she does, and therefore I have more presents, she invariably ends up wrapping lots of mine too. Lord knows my husband would never wrap a present.
But by far the best part about the weekend is the laughter. The pee in your pants, tears streaming down your face laughter that makes people around us spontaneously burst into laughter also. We like to think they are laughing with us.
My kids are now all handing me crumpled bits of paper with items frantically scrawled on the lines, pictures torn from toy catalogs glued to the paper, and MOM written with a little heart for an O. The worst thing you can say to my children right now is “That is made in China.” And my children are tormenting each other, like only loving siblings can do, by saying this. This led to my daughter yelling tonight, “Stop saying China. I don’t want to hear China again!”
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