Mom and me
Shopping for pants is a big pain. Why do all pants seem to fit below the waist now? Thanks for the butt lift but while you're sucking the underwear as tightly as possible to my crack (actually converting my granny panty into a whale tail), can you make my butt look a little smaller?
Mom and I went shopping today. It started out as shoe shopping and then turned to clothes shopping. I hate shopping for clothes. I loved it when I was a kid. Of course, I was a little smaller then. But years went by and, as they did, mom implanted the buyer's remorse/guilt complex into my membrane, "Do you really need that or do you want that?"
Now, I can barely stand to even window shop for clothes. Mom bought the shoes and clothes for me today saying it was for my birthday which is actually three months away. Anyway, the fact that she bought the clothes makes the guilt even more complex. I hardly have the heart to take the few pairs of pants out of the shopping bags. I just want her to return them. Weird, huh? I guess I should count my blessings while I'm pondering the remorse.