i'm pooped, so i'm not cooking, that's for sure. just got back from tiffany's, much lighter in the wallet, which i kept telling myself is a good thing since it's a long walk to and from 5th avenue. i used to skate places in the city, but they won't let you in stores with skates on anymore. i still have to go to another mall on the way home, and then dw, my boy and i are going back to yet another mall tonight.
i really hoping dinner is not mall food. dw actually likes the chicken teryaki at a fast food japanese place, but it makes me gag. same goes for most of mall fast food. i might be able to choke down chick-fil-a, if i have to.
i hope tonight's mall has a real restaurant. if it's too hoity toity, i'll just give my son a lighter and have him chase the hostesses around. they are covered in so much makeup, hairspray, and tight flammable clothing that they run from flames in their giant heels like brides of frankenstein. mwahahahahaaaaaa.