Today = Saturday, and Saturday = errand day. I had last Saturday off because my car was being babysat by the dealership AND I was getting by with just enough food and toiletries to last one more week.
The plan was to drop off my prescription, go to Borders, and then go back to CVS to do some shopping and pick up my prescription. What happend instead was I dropped off my prescription, and at the part where the pharmacist asks if I want to wait or if I'll come back later, she just walked away! I was just standing there with a confused/offended look on my face when the pharmacist's colleague walked up to the counter and said it'd be ready in 15. Since standing there shaved a minute off the wait, I decided to just do my shopping right then.
I love bookstores. It took me a while to get into them...sometimes in college, we'd all go to the Pru Barnes and Noble and just browse, browse, browse, but I would really be checking out guys and wishing I was in Jasmine Sola. (WOAH! I just made myself sound WAY more superficial and anti-book than I ever have been in my life. It's just that I was never into the browsing part of bookstores; most of my reading list came from personal recommendations that were usually given to me.) Now I'm a huge fan of browsing, and probably spent over an hour there today, ultimately selecting books from my last 10 minutes in the store. I found:
+ A one-dish meal cookbook that features recipes straight from the 50s--some of them even call for SPAM.
+ A little, hopefully-funky novel called Don't Sleep with Your Drummer. Hey, it was two bucks and has a catchy title.
+ A book I had been eyeing for my broheim's birthday (which I won't name just in case he decides to stop being too cool to read my, or any, blog). It was little more expensive than I would have liked, but I had a coupon and I won't have to pay for shipping because he's coming to visit in March!!!
I wasn't originally planning to stop by, but I still had some energy along with a nice little gift card I got from Rob for my birthday. I looked at housewares, accessories (purses, belts, and shoes), bedding (I really couldn't help it), and clothes. I took two trips to the dressing rooms, and in the end, walked away empty-handed. The only section that truly impressed was bedding, and let's face it: the stuff we have is great; it just needs to be cleaned. Next time, Target, next time.
Super Bowl XLII party! (I'm going for the wings.)