Monday, June 26, 2006
Think, Think, Think
What was I thinking? I was perfectly fine one second and the next I'd totally lost my head! This isn't supposed to happen to someone my age. I'm old enough to have the experience to know better but certainly not near old enough to claim senility. I just can't figure out what possessed me to commit the act!
My daughter & I were out shopping. Shopping is not one of Dearest Daughter's favorite past times. Especially with me. Not that we don't like each other's company, we're just on the opposite end of the spectrum when it comes to shopping personalities. She's very quick to make a decision. Either she likes it or she doesn't. If she likes it, she's done, that's the one, let's hit the road. Me, I'm the one who says, "ok, I like it. Remember what store it's in. Now let's go try here, here and here. Just in case there's something better or at a better price. I tend to forget it's probably costing me more in gas going there, there, and there than the difference in any deal I can get.
Anyhoo, we're out looking for a bathing suit for Dearest Daughter. She's going to camp with youth group this past weekend and swimming may be on the agenda. Do you all know how hard it is to find something decent and nice looking for a 16 year old? Decent and nice looking do not go in the same sentence when it comes to bathing suits. All the "decent" ones looked like they were designed for my gramma. And any nice looking ones, material wise, (I'm not allowed to use the word "cute" in relation to anything that has to do with her), were either cut up to here or down to there, if you know what I mean. Or they were pink! Can't do pink! That falls into the cute category. Sheesh!!!!
Now comes the awful part. The part where I forgot to think, lost my head and committed the insane act. Are you still with me? Good. Dearest Daughter is in the dressing room with half a dozen suits to try on and I'm standing there waiting in amongst the bathing suits, ever trying to find the better one. I picked up a one piece and that's when it happened. "This is cute. I wonder if it's in my size?" runs thru my head. "I could probably use a new suit too!"
I should have right then and there dropped the thing, remembering the scripture that says to think on things that are lovely, and hi-tailed it to the dressing room doors to wait for Dearest Daughter there. But no, I pick up another, and heavens, another. With the torture garments in hand, I head to my own dressing room. What the heck was I thinking? The first one the front was nice, but the back showed enough to give me nightmares for a week. The other two just got worse and I won't even go into descriptions so you all won't have nightmares, too!
Needless to say, the first one Dearest Daughter liked, is the one we bought, even though I made her try on at least 6 more. And me, I bought a pair of looooong pants. Sigh. Who invented the beach, pools and swimming anyway?
Posted at 7:30 AM