I went to Macy's. I'm insane, but I really wanted to get rid of the brown sweaters. 2 down, 1 to go. I've got nothing against brown, really. I have some oatmeal pants and an espresso sweater that I like, but in general, I don't wear brown. Plus, these were wool. I do not live in Alaska; the Northeast is pretty cold but not that cold. And, while one was really just a shirt to be worn under one of the sweaters and was plain, the other two have wretched designs on them. People who don't see me very often should not buy me clothes. Gift certificates, people. Okay, sorry to be all scrooge and ungrateful but . . . I went to Macy's. Two days after Christmas. The parking lot was enough to make anyone cranky. Then, after the return, which was painless, I had to spend the money in the store and they only give you 4 days to spend it. I bought some workout pants (Mr. Geeky was afraid of getting the wrong size), but Macy's is not known for its athletic wear. And there was only one pair of smalls and I got them. I also got a new purse, but I don't think I like it. It's a Kenneth Cole and it's purple, which is okay, but I'm not thrilled. I was feeling pressured to buy something, anything. I still have $35 left to spend so I have to go back tomorrow or the next day. Ugh. Once again. Gift cards. Or nothing. Seriously. I don't really need anything.
On a brighter note, I'm importing my entire bad 80s CD collection which I found in a box recently. It's weird and bad. I'll do a random list tomorrow so you can see how bad. Music just isn't as important to me as it once was. I figure when the kids become teenagers, I can catch up again.