Ah! Tax season is over! O..V..E..R! Yippee! Life returns to a semblance of normalcy. I took a blessed day off to just revel in my free time, go shopping, snuggle my boy and spend a relaxing afternoon at a new park. Jake and I have a game we play every couple weeks. He says “Mommy, let’s go to a NEW park,” then I have to find one. In the Mecca of suburbia and planned communities that is Orange County, it’s not hard. Just drive around the neighborhoods for 15 minutes and you’ll run into one. This time though, I was prepared. On my way to a client’s office one day, I spotted a huge park complete with a fishing lake about 20 minutes from our house. We usually wouldn’t go that far away but I had ulterior motives. Nordstrom’s. Now, I’m not much of a shopper, but I had a gift certificate, a free day and a sad wardrobe pointing me in that direction.
After wandering around Nordstrom’s, okay it was Nordstrom’s Rack … sue me for being frugal; I found a great new outfit for the upcoming Disney day while Jake people watched and asked me why, why, why. I realized I had slipped (watching my language, that is) when Jake points at a woman with questionable fashion sense and says, “Look Mom, that LADY has Scarrrry Hair!” Never knew I could move a cart through overstuffed racks of clothes that fast! At one point, I’m answering the multitude of ‘why’ questions and I hear a snicker nearby. I look up to see a smiling woman say, “You’re in the why stage, eh?” Yeppers that would be correct!
On to the House of Mouse.
After wandering around Nordstrom’s, okay it was Nordstrom’s Rack … sue me for being frugal; I found a great new outfit for the upcoming Disney day while Jake people watched and asked me why, why, why. I realized I had slipped (watching my language, that is) when Jake points at a woman with questionable fashion sense and says, “Look Mom, that LADY has Scarrrry Hair!” Never knew I could move a cart through overstuffed racks of clothes that fast! At one point, I’m answering the multitude of ‘why’ questions and I hear a snicker nearby. I look up to see a smiling woman say, “You’re in the why stage, eh?” Yeppers that would be correct!
On to the House of Mouse.
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