So what's a girl to do when she's in need of some major boredom recovery?
SHOP of course!! So that's exactly what I did. Hey, I needed to go to the mall anyway to get Jimbo a father's day present...two birds, people. As I strolled through the mall I instantly felt better. Almost EVERY store was having some kind of sale and I had plastic gold sitting in my purse: gift cards! I ended up getting a pair of shorts and a top at Express (thanks to my sister and her hubby for the gift card), a six dolla shirt from American Eagle, a topper from Banana Republic, and some sweatpants from Victoria's Secret (not as exciting as underpants, but these will probably cover more surface area). Oh yeah, I did find something for my pops, but that is a secret because I think he takes a peek at this thing every once in awhile, and I don't want to spoil his surprise.
Ok, so I had a great time on my shopping spree, but of course I can't go anywhere without something ridiculous happening to me...
While I was in the dressing room at Express I was taking off my old, boring clothes before trying on the new, potentially fabulous ones, and somehow I kicked one of my pink flamingo socks into the room next to mine. And I don't mean I kicked it a little so it was kind of straddling our two rooms border patrol style, I mean I kicked that flamingo clear across the border and into Mexican territory. My sock was now enjoying a margarita and working on its tan. I looked under the stall to see if anyone was in there, and staring back at me were a pair of purple wedges. Great. I wasn't sure about the protocol on this type of situation, but I guessed that reaching my arm into her stall wouldn't exactly be appropriate. Time for plan B. I crouched down so I was once again face to foot with purple wedges and said, "Um, excuse me but I think my sock got kicked into your stall." Nothin'. Apparently the owner of these awful purple wedges not only lacked taste, but was also hard of hearing. Guess I should've been listening to those strategies for dealing with exceptional learners after all. I pondered a few other options (going 1/2 sockless for the remainder of my trip, reaching my hand under and hoping purple wedges wouldn't notice, etc). I finally just decided to wait it out, and practiced making scary faces in the mirror until wedge woman exited her stall. I'm happy to report that I left Express with both of my socks and did not get arrested for any kind of sexual offense in the process.
I got home just in time to watch So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD), which was amazing. The best dance of the night was choreographed by my would-be-husband-if-he-wasn't-gay, Travis Wall (duh). I'm excited to see who gets the boot tomorrow. The rest of my night was boring: laundry, dishes, homework. I'm currently sitting in my bed watching tonight's chick flick: Sleepless in Seattle. Hope everyone had a happy humpday!