Shopping is not something I enjoy. Grocery shopping is a nightmare of trying to avoid all the food that start yelling at me the moment I walk through the automatic doors. It’s even worse when I’m hungry and those fucking doughnuts start up with me. Clothes shopping is an even bigger nightmare because….well….I have big boobs…..and nothing fits properly. I’m left trying to find the best fit that doesn’t fit so I can take it to a tailor who can make it fit. Sigh.
And then there is the matter of shopping for things for our home. Thankfully, The Viking doesn’t interfere very often because the only things he’s really interested in is the refrigerator, the TV and the bed, everything in between is just fluff.