It was a lovely start to the new year.
Mr. and Mrs. Shoptilyoudrop shopped.
I’d been nagging Mr. Shop, here known as the Geezer, that his sweats looked as if a homeless person owned them. Fuzzy balls everywhere, stretched necks, limp legs….you know the routine. He’d put them on and be cold.
Repeatedly, as a proper nagging wife should, I pointed out that my old sweats still kept me warm ball-lessly. No fuzz on me. I reinforced this by reminding him that I didn’t buy the cheapest sweats available that I’d paid real money for all these faded ball-less sweats that so artfully cover my full figure every morning.
Last week, Mr. Shop decided he would go to JCPenney’s establishment. He bought one set of name brand sweats, and he didn’t collapse at the price. He was also jawdroppingly surprised by how warm he was all week.
Yesterday he set out to buy sweats. He researched online the time JCPenneys opened, we showed up at the opening hour, and he bought two more sets of sweats. On the way home, he stopped at the local Tarjay and bought a whole pile of not too sleazy long sleeved T-shirts. He did search for a scanner, and did blanch a bit at the price, but he bought them.
Last night, after seeing “We Bought A Zoo,” going to an alcothon….one of those AA meetings that lasts all night long, he tried his new sweats on.
If JCPenney’s is open today, he will take the tops back and trade them in on one size larger tops. I didn’t say a word, because I bought an on sale fleece shirt, and I too didn’t try it on. It won’t zip up easily as the end of the zipper is covered by the fabric trim. Me? I just won’t unzip it. Did I say that.
At least I took my camera along.