It was seven am. I was woken up to the blinds flying open and the covers flying off my body. My room is the coldest room in the house. Needless to say, I was quite grumpy to be up before the sun. I get dressed and stumble into the kitchen and pour myself a much needed cup of coffee. Maybe today I'll drink two. I grab a bagel with some cream cheese and sit down to watch whatever is on the television this early in the morning. It's not seven thirty seven. Too early in my opinion. My mom informs me we are leaving at eight. Wonderful.
It's not that I don't like shopping. On a normal day, I would love to go shopping. Shopping and me are like two peas in a pod. We just go together. But that's only after eleven am. Waiting in line and battling crowds is not something I particularly look forward to. We leave the house at eight fifteen. No one ever said we were on time. We battle the crowds at the Promenade shops and wait in line for what seems like forever.
As the hours tick by, we begin to cross off more names off the shopping list.
By four pm, shopping is completed.
Almost everything has been purchased and now I am ready for a nice long nap.
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