Cash, if there's no Nordstroms, send him to Men's Warehouse.

With Owen.

Mostly I don't like shopping with other people, and I felt nothing but (possibly misguided) pity for the various blokes who were being towed around Marks and Sparks by their wives/girlfriends these past few days. This may just be because I'm not very good at shopping with other people myself, though, and am assuming that the blokes are having as hideous a time as I would be, were I them. (...and I don't know what worsted wool or seersucker might be either. Um.)

Apropos of nothing: Best. Batman. Joke. Ever.

(Have you guys heard of a tea company called Tempus? Or possibly Tempest? They are from Texas but have tea houses in California.)

I saw chai latte stuff at Trader Joe's today but passed the temptation. Has anyone here tried it? They've had things in the past that aren't as cloyingly sweet as most brands so there was tempation.

I am hoping that it is their "sample" when I shop soon. I adore try before you buy things. Significantly less buyer's remorse.

eta: BWAH! Batman funny. Also to correct a word which, though spelled correctly, wasn't exactly the right word and that loses points too.

That is the exact reason I am pro-premarital sex.

We popped into a men's warehouse today. He's just feeling around for materials that he likes.

I know Nordstrom's has personal shoppers, Cash. Send him off there.

I plan to. Oh, how I plan to. We have one five minutes from our house.

I'm giving him a little bit of advice--we're going to Puerto Rico in May and he's got a big conference thingy so I want him to look nice. Just not drive me insane in the bargain.

First World Rant: I'm so fucking pissed.

My Mother got me a beautiful Christmas present. A purple cashmere twinset. The cardigan, however, is too big.

I go to Lord & Taylor. They don't have the right size in stock. "Can you do an inter-store ship?" "No".

So, what I have to do is return the sweater here in NYC, call Scarsdale (which has one) and order it from them.

Here is the problem: sweater was purchased with coupon. So I return sweater, and pay full price and shipping for Scarsdale sweater OR I take Metro North to Scarsdale and walk twenty minutes each way to the fucking mall or whatever.

What. The. Fuck.

Anyone ever notice that (.)(.) looks like boobies? Cause it can't just be me. Not in this crowd.

Not just you. I got COMMed with the (.)(.) once, but the COMM was attributed to someone else, and I was (no really) too shy to say, "Wait, that was me."

Now it mocks me, every time I use the BRQG.

I get to go home in 31 minutes*. I'm not sure it's soon enough.

• Well, to the liquor store, and the grocery store, and maybe the other grocery store, and then home.

No, wait, super secret option 3 is to get a zip car to scarsdale. I wonder how the math works out on this...

Still costing me money, however. Fuckers.

So, what I have to do is return the sweater here in NYC, call Scarsdale (which has one) and order it from them.

Or you can machine wash the sweater and put it on high in the dryer. Voilá! Smaller sweater!

Sorry they're hassling you, Trudy.