That car just used a turn signal so they are obviously not from around here...
This weekend was the tax free weekend in Texas. Otherwise known as the chance of a lifetime for every crazy person to come out of hiding.
We started the weekend by driving to the Apple Store.
In Dallas.
Just shoot me. I managed to only scream in terror once. Chris was kind and calmly reminded me not to scare the living day lights out of him in bumper to bumper traffic. I, thankfully, was able to restrain myself the rest of the day.
While Chris blissfully hung out in the Apple Store getting his IPhone replaced, I explored Restoration Hardware and by some miracle, found lined linen white curtains. On sale. I almost squealed with joy. We bought them online once we got home last night. They'll arrive in 5-7 business days so I'm already counting the minutes.
My reward for going to the Apple Store was a stop at Grapevine Mills and the Banana Republic Outlet.
Or Mecca.
We highly underestimated the number of people at the outlet malls. It took us 10 minutes to find a parking space and that's only because we decided to parking lot stalk. Did anyone else do that at Auburn? Sit at the end of a row and wait for some poor unsuspecting student to walk to her car, then race like Jeff Gordon with blinker on to make sure you were there to whip in the minute she backed out. Well, it worked. We visited Banana, Ann Taylor and The Gap. I walked out with one item.
Yep, just one thing. I was surprised too but Chris assured me he was significantly more shocked.
After that was grocery shopping and a night of Olympics. Even though I consider myself a runner, I'm still amazed by anyone who can run a marathon. Makes my miserable 5 miles at a time look so, so, so pathetic.
Today we visited the same church for the third time. The Sunday School class was really nice and the lesson was wonderful. Not sure it's "the one" but there's hope! Chris had a meeting this afternoon so I did laundry, cooked dinner and watched Law & Order: CI.
Oh, and the one item I bought: trouser jeans. Yeah, it's an obsession.
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