Today, I have to go to the mall, something I've been dreading, because I hate it all: driving on the interstate; being in a vast enclosed space; breathing in all the fumes created by my fellow shoppers; escalators (what if something gets caught??); the utter sameness of any and all items for sale; the blank looks; the big bags; the huge Cinnabons being consumed; too-tight, too-low-waisted pants. If I go on, I'll just crawl back to bed.
But I promised L, so off we go . . . (oh, and the interminable waiting outside the changing room, that's another one).