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| One of the buys from today |
For the last eight years, my mom has taken me shopping for new clothes as a birthday gift. It works out perfectly. My birthday is the first week of January, so we shop a few days after Christmas when sales are INSANE. She always tells me a dollar amount limit before the day starts, so I know how to budget throughout the day. It's a super fun challenge. We come up with a list of stores and are on our way.
This afternoon, she was to pick me up at 11:00am. I texted her at 10:00am and asked that she get here closer to noon (I love my sleep). I went back to dreamland. The next thing I know, the doorbell is ringing, the dogs are barking, and my alarm clock reads 11:57. FUCK.
I open the door at 11:58. "I slept in."
My mom is on the phone with her best friend and mouths, "No problem."
I shower, dry my hair, and get dressed in 30 minutes, and we are on our way.
We shopped for four hours, going to six stores. I asked her each time she swiped her Visa, "What's the total now?"
She laughed hysterically at me throughout the day. I have proportionately huge boobs, so shirts often fit me in a really odd way. She'd laugh, wipe her tears, and say, "Please, oh please, don't get that one!" If anyone else laughed at me like she did, I would feel judged, and my self-esteem would plummet. But Mumsy is different. We had a blast today.
I ended up being $5 over budget.
I love my mom so much. More than I could ever put into words.
