Lucky

Shauna, you are going to kill me.

We are in Savannah for spring break, and my mother-in-law, being the awesome mom that she is, offered to take me shopping for my birthday. I have always wanted a nice pair of jeans, so she suggested that we go to the mall and try on "Lucky" and "7" jeans. So we did - I tried on every pair of jeans they had. And I didn't like any of them. They were either too tight, too baggy, too low-rise (muffin top!), or I didn't like the wash. I never thought I was that picky, but I figured that since they are so expensive, I've got to love them. And none really jumped out at me. Anyway, the reason Shauna is going to kill me is because over Christmas break she was talking about how amazing these jeans are, and how she has always wanted a pair. Here I am, being offered a pair, and I can't even find some that I like.

Throughout the year I can always think of things I want to ask for, but when the offer is staring me in the face, I can't think of a thing. We walked through the mall and nothing came to mind. I'm so lame!!! I need to keep a list of things I want.

If these are my problems, I've got a pretty good life.