Ugh!

One of those shopping days. For clothes. I wish I had the love of shopping that infects some people. I hate it. I like very few of the clothes in stores and what I like isn't in my size or doesn't fit me right. Hey, I didn't end up in tears, though, so that's a plus.

I need an outfit that I can wear to grad and to sing at a wedding this summer. I've hit almost every store I think has half a chance at having something suitable. I don't know what I'm going to do.

Ashlin threw a big tantrum in The Bay. We went through the trying to figure out what's wrong, trying to correct what's wrong, realizing that we can't correct what's wrong, trying to rationalize with a three year old that we already tried to correct what's wrong and it's just not possible, and then trying to ignore her outburst to see if she'll just decide to stop. Had to realize that this was going nowhere and Rob took her to the van to calm down. He overheard some guy make a comment to his wife about "avoiding stuff like THAT!" and "Yeah, ignore it, that'll work." Bothered him. Not me, not today. Already too bothered by clothes, I guess.

It wasn't all bad. Taryn and Conor handled the trip well.