Low points

Low point #1: Fashion Sadness

Recently I had to go to Sears to pick up the pictures of the kids. I figured that as long as I was at the mall, I would stop at Old Navy and pick up some of their fabulous flip-flops. And once I got there, I took advantage of a mall trip without children to browse for some desperately needed new clothes for myself.

A note about my sense of fashion~ I still wear many of the same clothes I wore in college. As a matter of fact, I still have a certain number of clothes I wore in high school. Of course, in those times I was a size 5, and those days are no more, so it's a bit limiting. To make up for this I occasionally throw maternity clothes into the rotation.

Anyway, I wandered about the mall, going into stores that I remember shopping at in high school and looking at in college (the poor days). American Eagle, Aeropostale, Old Navy, stores like that. Sadly, being as I am not a size 00, 0, or 1/2, I had to rule out most of the inventory of these stores. I also feel as though $25 is a lot to pay for a shirt made out of material I can see through, as seems to be trendy now. Pac Sun had some nice clothes that I might have considered. Strangely, none of the clothes in the store had price tags on them. I thought maybe I was losing it until I saw another confused girl looking for tags. Darn if I'm going to ask the pierced lady at the counter about every shirt in the store. I left.

I looked at Penneys. Nothing. I walked past Hollister, which I don't know anything about but smelled too expensive. I ran past Express and the Limited, which for some reason scare the bejeezus out of me. I was depressed, and felt as though I couldn't figure out where the clothes meant for someone like me might be. Finally I ended up at Sears to pick up the pictures and spent a minute looking at their clothes. Out of all the nice, trendy stores I saw in the mall, ghetto Sears had the closest thing to clothes I'd consider wearing. That's pretty rock bottom. Wait... throw in the fact that I was wearing a pair of jeans I had in fact bought at Sears. In 2001.


Low Point #2: Tasty Treats
I reached the bottom of the bag of dog food yesterday. There was a little sample pack of some new dog treats. Supposedly they were chicken jerky treats, made with real chicken. They smelled kind of good when I opened them, so I tried some. It was good... pretty good. So I had some more. Truthfully, I ate like half a piece of dog jerky. Later I was telling Tom about the tasty dog treats. Skeptical, he brought them out of the cupboard. "These smell like ass" was his first thought. Then, "No, honey, these taste like ass, too. Please don't eat any more."

Nuts. I was looking forward to trying them in pork.