home 7/12/07

On my first morning back in Tennessee, I fulfilled my only birthday present (besides another back pain remedy for the third straight year)by going to get clothes with my mom. I figured this would be like most of my shopping experiences in that it would take me about a minute to size up the store and find the sale racks and good deals, another minute to pick stuff out, and another couple minutes to try stuff on. The only difference would be that my mom would be paying. Sounds good on paper until my grandmother showed up with my mom. I'm not going to say any more other than that when I was done (and hoped to God they were getting close) one of them said to the other, "Do you know where the make-up section is?" I spent the afternoon playing golf with my dad, running with my brother, and watching old high school wrestling tapes with some family friends. The difference between heaven and hell is significantly less than my morning and afternoon today. I'm convinced of this.