Tonight, after a brief stop at Baskin-Robbins, where my husband asked if I really NEEDED that 2nd scoop of ice cream on my cone, we stopped in at the Talbot's Outlet for their 75% off everything sale.

I'm not really a Talbot's girl, or is it Talbot's gal?  But I am a 75% off everything kind of girl.  And I just found out that I am going to Blogher Business thanks to Minti and I have absolutely nothing to wear.  Unless you want to count my Lucky Jeans and . . . oh, that's it.  Derek thought it was a brilliant idea but maybe he just thought that because he was still reeling from the blow he had received in Baskin-Robbins for being a dumb ass.

Suddenly The Baby was crying hysterically.  I offered him the boo under the cover of his sling, but he just wanted to be pissy.  His father took him and he suddenly went silent.  It was the first time I hated him all day.

The Boy was off and running.  Literally.  His father lost him a total of 5 times in the store.  I just kept pulling clothes off the rack.  Not exactly the size I would like to be wearing but for $7, they are the equivalent to paper plates.  I kept hearing women say, "he's over there."  The child never stopped once.  He did slow down to a jog to put on a pink high heel and a green high heel.  His father let him wear them around the store for the next 15 minutes.  I thought it was fascinating that the underlying fear that allowing him to wear heels will turn him "gay" was forgotten for the brief time that the heels seemed to curb The Boy's speed. 

It was one of the many moments in life that I wished I carried my camcorder around with me.  Derek running around behind The Boy as he ran through clothing racks, dodging accusatory glares from women who NEVER took their 5 week old infant out to a store during a sale and who would certainly NEVER lose a child in a store. 

I pretended not to know any of them.  That'll teach him to question me about my ice cream consumption again....