Saturday J and I went to the mall. We went to the mall because the hole in my soul that day needed to be filled with a new memory card for my camera and new ear buds for my iPod. It started to pour down rain right after we parked, so we decided to just sit there until it cleared up a tad. While sitting there I started people watching. Watching the folks coming out and running to their cars, and folks running in. I started making up stories about all the people I was viewing. Like watching one pimply faced thirtysomething large fella wearing a tight Star Trek tee shirt walking in, I said ” Oh, he lives in his parent’s basement and plays that war game on his computer all day. He’s probably here for a new headset or something equally sad. Eeek, look how tan that lady is! She might as well go ahead and have ’Samsonite’ stamped on her ass, cause she looks like a piece of leather luggage.”

I went on and on until J turned to me and said ” What are you doing?” I explained to him that I was people watching. That whenever I am at a public area with a girlfriend this is what we do. We tell stories and/ or fashion police the area. The State Fair was the number one spot and the most fun, kind of like shooting fish in a barrel, and malls are number two. I told him I was bored and he’d just have to sit there and listen. He’d have to be my ‘stand in girlfriend’ per se. He just laughed at that and I went on with my people watching and stories. I then said, “If you were my girlfriend we would pick out the ickiest of men and tell the other that that was her husband, and when you pick out the creepiest for me, I would then tell you that you were just angry because I stole him from you.”

He then said something so profound I couldn’t argue with him. He said, “Women are evil.”

I’ve been watching too much crap televison. I’ve come to this conclusion after watching about 15 minutes of “America’s Got Talent”, then seeing an advertisement for a new show called “Singing Bee” and actually thinking it would be fun to watch. This has got to stop. The first step is admitting you have a problem. 

Oh, but I do love “So You Think You Can Dance” and “Hell’s Kitchen”, and I won’t give those up. I guess I won’t be getting any 12 step chips anytime soon.

This is suppose to be a lucky day to marry. Yeah, okay. Well, for anyone who knows someone that’s gotten married today or soon, how about some wine as a wedding day gift? Might I suggest these?