Shopping

snickersforeveryone · June 2013

Today I went to the salon to get my hair done and then to buy some new maternity clothes. Both places were in our fancy schmancy outdoor mall. I am still sick as a dog, but I was determined to make it to my appointment and enjoy the day out!

I'm getting my hair done, chatting back and forth with the stylist, when the weather alert starts going off on numerous peoples' phones. Apparently there's a huge storm a-brewing. Meh, no big deal to me, I like storms. Then it starts getting eerily dark out, followed promptly by buckets of rain. I pay my hair bill and start to go to the maternity store when I suddenly remember: outside mall.

Well, this could be interesting.

I made it about three quarters of the way to the maternity store before a security guy stops me under an awning and suggests that I get indoors. Apparently there's a tornado on the loose nearby. And by "suggests", I mean he said, "ma'am, you need to get inside NOW. There's a TORNADO!!!!!" with what can only be described as panic.

One of my favorite restaurants was nearby, so I went in to grab a bite and wait for the rain to calm the F down. After I was seated, no one came for the longest time. Finally a member of the waitstaff came over and got my order, making some odd excuse about my waiter being tied up in pre-shift duties. I used to work there, so I know how they do things. There are no pre-shift duties. Shrugged it off and enjoyed my soup.

Turns out, my waiter, a giant, buff guy with a tattoo, was cowering in the back, refusing to come out until the storm passed. I know this because he came over and told me as I was finishing my meal. I get being afraid of storms, but I must admit that I found this amusing.

I did finally get to the maternity store and bought a super cute top, but they wanted 60 bucks for a pair of ill fitting spandex jeans! Oh, the horrible things those jeans did in the crotch area. I won't be paying $60 to look like an anatomically correct Michelin man, but thanks.

I got home and my husband told me he loves my haircut, but it "sure does show off the hickies!" Apparently he had "marked" me when we last DTD and I didn't know it because the giant fluffball of hair hid it. ::facepalm::

So, I probably entertained quite a few people today, sopping wet and covered in hickies, but WTH...I got the poodle removed from my head and a new top, along with a yummy lunch. I'm calling it a good pregnant lady day.