Cindy: I’d Rather (Not) Be Shopping

Wincing, I gingerly rested my sore arm on the table as I ate the Chinese takeout my thoughtful husband had brought home for dinner. He knew I’d be in no state to cook anything when I returned from the mall. “What happened?” he asked, as I rubbed by left arm. “Shopping injury,” I muttered. More on that later. Longtime readers know I enjoy shopping for clothes about as much I like root canals. It’s just as well the good Lord didn’t bless me with daughters because the shopping gene is absent from my DNA/ Cindy Hval , SR Front Porch. More here.

Question: Do you like to shop for clothes? Moi? No. Stinking. Way.