We went to a Chinese restaurant in Buford. It's been there for years and is reputable for having very good Chinese food. Well, I'm pretty sure someone told them I was coming for lunch. They decided to have an off day. The soup was excellent. The egg roll was good. The rice was awesome. The chicken was terrible.
Even though my food wasn't very good, I still had such a good time. Suz and I were cracking up because the restaurant must have been playing a CD with love songs from the early to mid '80s. It was hilarious. The Commodores. Air Supply. I didn't know corny love songs were the music of choice for Chinese restaurants. Oh, well, maybe it's something new.
After lunch, the shopping began. Neither of us were shopping for anything in particular. We needed to get some stuff for Reid's birthday and she wanted to look at things for her house. During the four-hour shopping trip, we went to TJMaxx, Party City, Target, Wal-Mart and the Dollar Tree. Party City has the neatest things out for the Super Bowl.
Once upon a time, I could shop for hours and hours and hours without ever getting tired. Now that I'm 44, my back hurts, my knees hurt, my hips hurt and my feet hurt. I was pooped. But, you know, it was the good kind of pooped. The kind of pooped that comes from shopping with your sis for hours. Ah, retail therapy. It's a good thing. A very, very good thing.
Till next time. . .