“Where are you?” The texts were coming fast and furious from rather attractive husband. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was trapped in the Lord & Taylor dressing room. Crying. I hate to shop. And I certainly hate to shop for perhaps the biggest moment of my life (sans legs spread and head crowning). I was all set for the Listen To Your Mother show. My piece is good. My
This Sleigh Does Not Stop at Abercrombie
Since this working mom doesn’t have an exorbitant amount of discretionary income lying around the house, Santa won’t be shopping at Abercrombie this year. Or any year for that matter. Even if I had the bucks to do so. I’m not giving my hard earned moola to any nasty, smelly, overpriced store that sells undisclosed products from behind dark, smelly mystery windows with axe-like fumes wafting into the mall and