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One we were ready we headed out for the day. Our first stop was at the post office. Nothing exciting, just mailing out some bills.

We then went back to the smog check station, only this time with Rob's car. His car needed one as well to be able to renew his registration. Oddly enough, this time he was told to get out of the car and just stand there (Gabriel and I could stay in the car) while the lady did her stuff. She even drove the car up in an area. Weirdness. Everything passed, so we're set with this year's smog checks with both of our cars.

We then headed to the mall. Good god, that was a bad idea. Being in a mall around Xmas time is like being in one of the layers of Hell. It's a horrible experience and I really need to learn to buy everything either online or way early. *shudders*

The first place we went, was to see Santa. That went poorly. At this point, there probably won't be any pictures of Gabriel with Santa this year. This sucks because I wanted pics of him with Santa for every year. Also, the Santa at the mall was super cool and looked like a real Santa (he even had a real beard). We waited in line and when it was our turn Gabriel freaked. He screamed and cried and wouldn't let Santa hold him. Because of the line, they weren't about to try and calm him down so we had to leave without any pictures. *snifflewah*

Our next stop was Bath and Body Works. Definitely one of the areas of Hell. It was insane in there. I went in, got what I came for, and got out. Rob got stuck in there trying to buy himself a body sponge.

Then we went into Old Navy. It wasn't as bad in there, but I waited forever in line. I got Gabriel some new pyjamas in his next size (he'll be in 2T very soon) and picked up a sweater for the cat. Rob gave me a very confused and scared look when I proudly told him that I bought a sweater for the cat.

I then ran into Lane Bryant to try and pick up a few more gifts. It wasn't bad in there, but everywhere I went an annoying salesperson was asking me if I needed help. No, if I needed help I'd be coming to them. They needed to get the hell away from me. That being said, we came to the mall on the right day. They were having a one day only 40% off of everything in the store sale. Woot! I only bought presents and nothing for myself. I'm getting better with this whole self restraint thing (except when it comes to getting clothes for the cat I guess).

I then entered into the deepest pit of Hell - The Boston Store. It was like a zoo in there. I only went to buy some men's underwear and socks (for Rob) and it was insane. I got the last pack of socks (they had plenty of work socks but only one pack of black sweat socks left in stock) and the last two pairs of Jockey boxer briefs in a size large that they had left (now you know what kind of man-panties Rob wears). It looks like there was some sort of run on men's underwear and socks. The check out area was disgusting and crowded with crap, there was no room to set anything down. The woman in front of me forgot to bring her credit card with her and therefore I was standing in line a very long time. The checkout guy was a moron. Finally I got the hell out of there.

Mall + Xmas time = nightmare. It was so nice to get the hell out of the mall and head back home.

Tonight we watched the season finale of America's Next Top Model and Kitchen Nightmares. We also gamed and I got two loads of laundry (sheets and towels) done.

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Nope, You're Not a Grinch
Although you may feel Grinch-like at times, it's just because you're worn out from the holidays.
You get into the holiday spirit more than most people - and you truly enjoy celebrating with your family and friends.


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