Call me Mrs. Grumpasaurus, but yesterday's trip to the mall left me a little ornery. Really, how could it possibly cost $25 for less than two tablespoons worth of foundation? I didn't even feel better that they wrapped it in red tissue paper and placed it in a tiny black and white glamor shopping bag.
Next stop was the MAC counter. As long as I was in the vicinity and already throwing money around, why not get that lip liner I would soon need? I told the sales clerk I needed Twig. She perused the boxes, and perused them again.
"Maybe that's not the right color," I thought, racking my brain for another option.
She consulted a co-worker who thought it had been discontinued. Arrgghhh! I want my colors to remain in perpetuity. No changes. No surprises. Just let me walk up to the counter and pluck Twig from the rack. I left empty-handed and disgruntled.
Stop number three was the dressing room with an armful of capris. I swear they don't make pants the shape of my body. You know the typical body shapes -- apple, pear, hourglass. Mine would be better defined as thickening log complete with belly-level bump. The unfortunate views in the mirror should have motivated me to hop on the bike for a thirty mile jaunt followed by a lovely salad for dinner. Instead, this Fitness Pal gal was sorely tempted to buy a chocolate shake at Johnny Rockets and forget the whole effort. I didn't do either.
The end of the day found me ordering my beloved Twig online. Then I put my grumpasaurus self to bed.
I'd post the picture of the meal if I could figure out how to get it off my phone. I LOVE, and I mean LOVE, hush puppies. They combine the best of the corn dog with the flavor of the onion ring. I shouldn't have, but I ate them twice while I was there. Good they are far, far away from me in real life. (OK, that's a lie. I know a great place here in Vegas called Hush Puppies. It's right on the way to the temple. So far I've managed to steer clear though.)
