My feet are tired. I can't believe I said that out loud because I've never had this problem before (and if I did have it ... I would never admit it). I love to shop ... live for it. My friend Melody almost refuses to go shopping with me anymore because she knows when we go ... we're in for some serious "shopping."
Since everyone has been so sick lately I have fallen behind on my Christmas-gift-purchasing duties. So today, as soon as Shawn darked the door around 3:45p I bolted out the door to see if I could make a dent in an enormous list. Six hours later and I still have to go out again tomorrow. I'm tired. Maybe I should ask for a foot massager.