By Lorry Myers
I made the mistake of letting my husband take me Christmas shopping. Even though I knew better, I slipped and mentioned that I needed to get holiday pajamas for our grandson.
What was I thinking?
I am a focused shopper; I make a list and check it twice because I’m not someone who wanders aimlessly hoping the right gift jumps into my hands.
I am not that kind of gifter.
While Randy cruised the parking lot looking for the closest spot, I reviewed with him the criteria for the main item on my list, which were Ivan’s holiday pajamas. I reminded Randy of the size and the fabric and the fact that I had narrowed the search to two stores. So today there would be no time to hang out in the candy aisle reading the names of all the M&M’s or peering into the doughnut case with drool on your chin. No sitting in the coffee shop eating a lemon muffin or hiding in the food court with mustard on your shirt.
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