Recently, there was a little holiday wherein the common practice is to exchange gifts. I usually take on the role of my dad's elf during these times, and this year was no exception. After I solemnly promised to act incredibly surprised by his thoughtfulness and generosity in the selection of my gift, I proceeded to purchase myself on his behalf a gift card to DSW Shoe Warehouse. The holiday came and I opened my gift and exclaimed with glee, "Dad! You shouldn't have! I LOVE IT!" And he smiled with self-satisfied pleasure and asked, "Great! I am so glad! What did I get you?" A couple days later I showered and prepared to reenter general society. I applied makeup, kind of blowdried my hair and grabbed my gift card. Off to DSW I went! I am not generally much of a shopper. I am a buyer. I know what I want, I walk into the store, I go directly to the target item, I pick it up, I walk to the register, I pay for the i...
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.