Except when there is a cute pair of shoes on sale at the Mall for half price and the frikking stores don't open until 10am.
Or it is time to get my nails done and the frikking nail salon doesn't open until 10am.
Usually, I can force myself to stay up long enough for those places to finally open their doors, but then I am too tired to really enjoy the experience of shopping and it's more like a "chore" than a "pleasure." For those of you on Day Shift, imagine the Mall opening it's doors for business at 10pm or 11pm, and you will realize what I mean.
But this week, even that is out of the question — His car is in the shop and we are sharing my little car. By the time the Mall or Nail Salon opens, He will already be whipping my ride towards His own workplace.
Poopie.
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