so i'm laying in my bed, pretty much in a coma at about 7:45. and i hear ever so slightly the ringing of a telephone. and it keeps ringing. and it goes right through the message, and then the phone rings again. so i eventually, after like 4 or 5 times, wake up and i stumble to the phone, with my eyes half open. so naturally, the phone rings again and i answer it. and it's my dad. he says "get in the shower we're going shopping." i say (with the sound of "your crazy") "ITS 7:45 IN THE MORNING! HAVE YOU LOST IT??"  so my dad responds with "no, actually, your mom and i have been up since 5 going from store to store."

and now i'm about to go hop in the shower. in case you didn't pick up from the story, which you probably didn't, i HATE shopping. i can do it, but on days like today when 3/4 of america is out shopping, i want to kill someone, and i always go home really really really not happy.

so, wish me luck as i wind my way through the chaos they call the store. and let's hope i can keep my temper down.

-sara