Let's face it. Winter time is coming. Like the senior discount, it's inevitable. Yesterday, I took a break from writing to shop. Oh yeah, this girl likes to shop :-) Fortunately for me, I found a great deal at our local department store on frames, mirrors and all things cute. The frame was for a lost wedding portrait now found. The mirror was to replace a full length one for my teenage daughter's room. You know a teenage girl without a full length mirror is a dangerous creature. They can come out with all kinds of outfits not appropriate for outdoors. Not at all.
But, back to my main point.
Wintertime blues. These seasonal affective disorder days are so pervasive, not one of us can escape. Well, maybe we can, and that's something I wanted to talk about.
So, I'm buying out the store finding one treasure after the other for my girls for Christmas, the perfect rose gold frame for our mysteriously missing wedding portrait and new extra large soup mugs. I mean does it get any better than that?
Then the harsh reality hits. I pile my goodies on the counter rubbing my hands together, just thinking about when I tell my hubby how much money I saved. Ha! The salesgirl looks at me and says, "you know, if you're fifty-five or older you can get an extra ten percent discount."
(Insert Lucille Ball wail here) I say "Me?" While all kinds of responses are running through my head. "How dare you, twenty- year old woman, don't smile at me like that, you'll look like this some day." Along with, "I just turned fifty-five last week. how could you possibly know?"
Instead, like the MATURE woman I am, I calmly add, "Okay, sounds great." And, smiled.
With my wrinkly mouth cause what's the alternative, cosmetic surgery?
No thank you.
So with my wrinkle cream in hand and my boots straps pulled up, I can look winter full in the face and say, "bring it on winter, bring it on."
If you're wondering what hubby said, he enthused, "Ten percent off the whole purchase? Wonderful!"