Over it

Okay, I feel better now and the pity party is over. I listened to my big sister and got up off my butt and did something constructive. That's why she's the big sis and I was born last.
I took a shower and was getting ready to slip on my new sandals when it came to me...why was I throwing a pity party when it could be so much worse? I could be out shopping for God's sake.
First of all, let me explain that I understand I am not your stereotypical woman. I don't carry a purse if I can avoid it. I hate virtually all domestic duties and I'm really not a big fan of chocolate. I don't really accessorize much and do not change my purse with my outfit. Most importantly, shopping is something you do when you need something, not something you do for fun. I would rather be drawn and quartered and dragged naked through the streets than just wander aimlessly through a random store with no intention of buying anything.
This brings me to my next subject. Shopping with someone who has a very narrow scope of what they want. I was shopping with my mom earlier this week and I was looking for white sandals (everyone needs a pair of white sandals). For me it was-I want them to be white and I don't want my free loader toe to stick out the side (that's another whole issue for my therapist). Those were really the only requirements. For my mother it is more like, I am looking for a pair of brown shorts for a trip she is taking this summer. Sounds easy enough, huh? WRONG! What she doesn't say is that they must be a particular shade of brown. They must be a certain length. They must be a certain style. I see a pair of brown shorts. "No, those are not brown enough." (Not brown enough??) Another pair. "No, I don't want any elastic." ok... Another pair, "No those are too long." Another "No those are too short."
What she didn't tell me was that they had to be exactly 11 centimeters from the center of her kneecap, they must be exactly three shades from the crayon brown, they must, in effect, look exactly like the 27 other pairs of shorts she already owned. Oh, did I mention they had to be a certain fabric. "No, those are seersucker."
I might also add she was looking for sandals at the same time. Brown of course because they had to go with her "Color Palatte" of greens, browns and tan. (After all, she didn't want to have to change her purse every day!!) These sandals also had to be a certain shade of brown, but they also had to have the correct height of heel. "No heel, I want flat sandals." "Those are too flat." "I said no heel." Etc., etc. etc.
So while I may have spent my evening and morning alone, it definitely could have been worse!