So I’m starting to learn I can only function until 3 pm, then I slump over. Today, I fell asleep standing up in SEARS small appliances. No one seemed to mind or notice. Spending this Christmas must have been good because the mall was wiped out. All I managed to find was a 50% off Audrey Hepburn calendar for Livvie. I really wanted to score a killer deal on a robe. I’ve had my robe since TAXI was on the air. There were no robes and no deals on the few robes that were there (No way am I paying $100 for anything, especially a robe.), even at Victoria’s Secret where I saw bins of glow-in-the-dark panties. Seriously? If you’re going down there, do you really need to see where you’re going? Can’t anything stay a secret?
1- Accepted some qualified advice on my Kojak-dome: “Don’t shave it,” a bald man told me. “You’ll get nicked.”
2- The kids played with their friends all day, which always makes them very, very happy. Me too.
3- Zero mall inventory means zero shopping. I love writing and working with retail, but I hate shopping. My favorite part about the mall is leaving, a fact a lot of my friends find appalling. For the record, my dad says I’ve always been like that.