Xmas shopping

Our last xmas shopping trip was to Kohls yesterday, and it mysteriously turned into a fancy pants clothes shopping trip for my husband. Did I know of this plan? No. It was a sneak attack. He all of a sudden needed new dress pants, belt and shirt for our office's xmas party (oh, excuse me, Year End Event), that I probably won't even be going to because I can't really get dressed up right now unless I can turn a garbage bag into something spectacular to wear and tissue boxes into shoes.

So there I was, huge and uncomfortable and suddenly very tired, following my husband around the Kohls men's department while he shopped. Kohls doesn't believe in giving the old, tired, wounded or pregnant people chairs to sit in, so I had to lean against displays while mentally telling my husband to hurry up. A lady gave me some sympathy, which I greatly appreciated, and then we were off to the dressing rooms for him to try on his fancy clothes.

At some point I just gave up and went into the dressing room with him so I could sit down. Which actually turns out to work better for us because I can comment on his clothing choices as he puts stuff on instead of waiting for minutes and minutes until he comes out to show me.

I'm still wondering who he's getting all fancy pants dressed up for since I'll probably be at home.