Monday, August 13, 2012

His Love Affair and GUESS What?

R and I went for a nice 4 mile walk on Friday at the park. Sunny really enjoys these outings, but Milo seemed to enjoy our return a little more...

At first he was just curious...

Then he decided to get better acquainted...

Really acquainted... 
He is smitten....

Let's throw caution to the wind and run away together...

He is in love... with my stinking, nasty, just walked in...shoe...

I think he would like some privacy.... 
And there he goes, right back at it...

Saturday, after the love affair ended, we all drove 20 minutes up the road to Commerce for some shopping on tax free day. At first I was a pill to get out of the house. I have St. John's Wart to thank for my ability to get over my moodiness. It's a miracle herb, trust me. Grumpy? You need it.  

Anyways, we went to Tanger Outlets, which was so totally packed we had to get snappy with the parking places. Once there, we had  a few successes at Banana Republic, walked through the chaos that was Polo, Coach, and Kirkland's, but the good story lies in the GUESS store.

My husband is cute y'all, real cute. When he goes places ladies like to stare and they look at me like I'm his little sister. I only smile to myself because he is totally oblivious to their efforts at flirting with him, it is very comical. I used to get jealous, now I just laugh.
Well at the GUESS store a young lady in tight,
tight
   tight...
TIGHT
 jeans
approached R to show him some of her "sales technique" and make that sale (work it girl!).

Little did she know, all purchases go through me, because he wants my approval on clothes, especially jeans.
 Anyho, mom and I stop by the Coach store while he is pursued, later, when we head back into the store, Miss Tighty Tighty has handed him off to another girl, neither acknowledged mom and I when we approached the fitting room. It got so bad, when R finally had two pairs of jeans (buy one get one half off), there was a line at the front to check out. Do you think those girls came to help the other cute, sweet, girl behind the counter?
Ummmm.... no....
 apparently they are too much and could possibly break a nail doing their job.

Now we aren't shopping divas, y'all, although my mom can be...sometimes...

Here's the thought I wanted to remind these sweet, young, "ladies":

You work at a STORE, a CLOTHING STORE, it isn't like you are a model (although you are strutting around like one), it isn't like you own stock in the company, or are an heiress, or that you are even changing the world of fashion!
Puh-lease understand... I am saying it as nice as possible...
YOU WORK IN A CLOTHING STORE.

So get your skinny jean wearin', no carb eatin', heels so high you can't walk, too high maintence to handle butt up to the front and help us check out!

Ahhhhh... the therapy that is blogging... because y'all know, and I know I would never, ever, ever say that to somebody's face!

Other than that, we had a great weekend and picked up these cute little birdies at the Cracker Barrel (after a yummy dinner):
Every time I see them, I squeal a little inside, they are just so cute!!

1 comment:

Erin Elizabeth said...

That's a funny story about Richard and the shopping. It reminds me of "The Bubble" episode on 30 Rock. Liz's boyfriend gets all these perks because he's so hot but as soon as his face is covered and Liz asks for the same treatment she gets the cold shoulder.