Be strong brother. We've all been there.
My wife has pretty much learned to leave me home when she goes shopping. The only trade-off to this is, when she gets home, I get the "look what I bought" show. Everything comes out of the bags and I have to look at every little item. I'm still working my way out of that routine.
Could be worse.... I used to WORK at a store called Cato Fashions.... a women's clothing store.
OMG... tha horrah!!!
I feel your pain, I too have been in that slow painful death. I thought about climbing on top of the highest clothes rack and jumping to what would hopefully be my death.
Could be worse.... I used to WORK at a store called Cato Fashions.... a women's clothing store.
OMG... tha horrah!!!
This is a ritual I have never understood. I don't want GC to go with me. Because then he knows how much I spent ...
one of my worst days ever: Driving down the road with my wife (she was driving), mother in law, and teenage daughter. wife: "we're going to pull in to penn square real quick". me: " (thinking to myself; "oh crap"). Silence. outcome: Hours and hours later, as the last of my testosterone drains away and i sit obediantly and quietly in the "man chair" of yet another womens clothing/shoe store holding all three purses, wife says the dreaded words: "does this dress make me look fat?" me: " no dear, but you keep eatin' the three enchilada plate like you did at lunch and that might do it". outcome"... Testosterone gone, checkbook likewise cleared, silent treatment and a salad for dinner.
Bur I get even when my 600 round ammo and Bayonet order from CMP hits the Door!!!!
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