Shopping

I hate shopping. Hell for me is a shopping mall.

So why did I agree to go out on a Saturday just three weeks before Christmas? It wasn't to go shopping for presents.

Our first stop was House of Lights where I am greeted by one of the owners with a hug. We had bonded over the selection of many fixtures for the renovated and non-renovated areas of the house. As has become our custom, Susie shows us four or five options.

She knows that we don't always go for what is safe but tend to stretch the limits of what some people might think is suitable for our 1917 center-hall colonial.

Within 45 minutes of arriving at the store, we have selected two more fixtures.

Before we departed, my Sweetie said that we would be back because we need to update the lighting in our bedroom. But only after the house is put back together again, the holidays are over, and we have recuperated.

Then we were off to a car dealership. On Friday my Sweetie had checked to see if the Lexus RX450h could accommodate his long legs. It did so we returned to take it for a test drive.

Will they give us a good deal so that we can put a big red bow on it?