Anyway, they had nice, comfy chairs there. The only problem was I was sitting directly in front of a big, full-length mirror. Since only a fraction of my time was spent opining on the worthiness of clothing to adorn them, much of the rest of the time was spent thinking "damn... I'm fatter than I thought". I left the store with a great determination to lose more weight. In fact, I've already altered my eating habits a little and am hoping it'll continue.
Unfortunately, when I got home from the weekend, I walk in the door and what's on the kitchen counter? All the girl scout cookies I ordered months before. *cue sad trumpet sound, you know, the wah wah wah waaaaaahh*
I may just bring them all next weekend and expect you all to dispose of them for me.