I am somewhat at a loss for words right now, which poses a problem for someone who wishes to earn a meager living selling spices and writing a food blog. One might say that I have more give up in me than Lindsey Lohan has after three shots of Patron. But, as I have also been told before………duty is such a cruel master, so here it be:
I hate shopping. I hate Christmas shopping even more. Rude people; angry shoppers; teenage, punk-ass kids…..it is a wonder why I don’t enjoy it more. But,because not everything can yet be purchased online, I do have to venture down to our local mall on occasion.
Different than in years past, this year I devised a plan. A plan that was simple, yet clever: Go into a store, grab a gift, belly up to a bar. Have a couple of beers, go down to Victoria Secrets, find something sexy and revealing for Siete, muster up enough courage to ask the young, hot checkout girl to model it for me to make sure it fits and then find another bar. The process was to be repeated until I had crossed everything off my list. Perfect plan! Right…..right.