The fambly and I just got back from the mall. Brandon and I decided to do our Valentine's shopping early, and together. It was fun! (Aside from how INSANE it was there - what, are people flocking to the mall to buy like Superbowl Suckday outfits or something?) At any rate.
Brandon asked me what I wanted for V Day, and I was like, "Let's go to Victoria's Secret!" And he got all excited, thinking of all the dirty lingerie I was going to buy for this glorious lover's holiday. So he went to another store while I went to look around, and I come home with...wait for it...SWEATS. Yeah, right. Lingerie, me? NO THANKS. Sorry sweetie!
Brandon hadn't yet been into H&M, so I suggested we go there and check out some of the mens' stuff; see if he might like any of it. I still maintain that I don't much like the womens' stuff, and in fact haven't yet bought anything for me yet. But that's neither here nor there for the purpose of bringing this up. As we were walking into the store, Brandon was like, "H&M. What kind of name is that? H&M should NOT be the name of a store. It should be slang for some dirty sexual thing you do to another person. Hey, Brie, can I get an H&M from you tonight?" ...And he's right, huh?! I'll never think of the store the same again...
I also got an awesome pair of running shoes, and they'll be awesome as soon as I can, er, actually run. The All Knowing Treatment Team has decided I can't run - I can do other forms of exercise and cardio, but apparently running "triggers and aggravates" my eating disorder. Well, as far as I'm concerned, NOT running is what triggers and aggravates me, but whatever. I've had my eyes on these shoes for quite awhile now, so I'm just happy they are finally in my greedy little clutches!
We also got lotsa stuff for Brandon, but that's not nearly as entertaining, so I'll stop there. :) Hope everyone's weekend is going swell!