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I went shopping yesterday with my mother and aunt, the day after Thanksgiving, and it was... quite the adventure. The good news is, I managed to shop for mom and dad and M. The bad news is, I am fat. Like, grossly fat, and my mother refused to give me a break over it. I'm ready to shoot someone in the head if they mention the word 'fat' to me again.
Woodbury Commons was so packed that I had to jump out of the car and follow a woman with shopping bags, holding the spot in the cold. Very ghetto. Then there were lines out the store. And the women's bathrooom line took forever (a sign of the male patriarch conspiracy, building equal bathrooms for unequal equipment?). Sigh.
I went shopping yesterday with my mother and aunt, the day after Thanksgiving, and it was... quite the adventure. The good news is, I managed to shop for mom and dad and M. The bad news is, I am fat. Like, grossly fat, and my mother refused to give me a break over it. I'm ready to shoot someone in the head if they mention the word 'fat' to me again.
Woodbury Commons was so packed that I had to jump out of the car and follow a woman with shopping bags, holding the spot in the cold. Very ghetto. Then there were lines out the store. And the women's bathrooom line took forever (a sign of the male patriarch conspiracy, building equal bathrooms for unequal equipment?). Sigh.
