SUNDAY : 8-ish AM
she pulled me aside and whispered, ” i need to talk to you.”
“wasssup?” i ventured closer to her…glancing around just to ensure that no one was close enough to hear our conversation. i was curious to hear what she was gonna ask/tell me. or, ohhhh. was she gonna let me in on something unusual or maybe TOP SECRET.
“uhm…how did you all manage to carry back SO MANY THINGS?!” her voice all but nearly knocked me off balance.
i laughed. yeah. a very hearty one.
SHE MUST’VE SEEN THE PICTURES
i motioned to her to come closer.
“it’s the power of favor.”
SUNDAY : 9-ish AM
“eh…are you all talking or pumping the balloons, huh? how come so many of you here and so little balloons…”
“eh. come come…want to ask you something…”
“have you watched CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC?”
<peals of laughter reverberate across the pretty silent corridor>
HE MUST’VE SEEN THE PICTURES
“actually i haven’t but i prolly will…”
“you should go see…i think you will think that is nothing.” <peals of laughter AGAIN>
SUNDAY : 2-ish PM
i (seriously) can’t quite remember what i was conversing about with this group of people but it went on something like this…
“yahhhhh it’s super nice, you should go and buy it. love it…”
“you don’t have enough bags ah?!” <same thunderous peals of laughter emitted by different group of people>
i look at them in – i can’t decide; mock horror or horror.
THEY MUST’VE SEEN THE PICTURES
if you asked me now, whether a picture speaks a thousand words, i’d say that i wanna change my essay. big time.
there are many other things i can do or at least i believe i can do (by the grace of god) that i’d rather be known for – than the clothes/bags/etc i bought.
But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head – PSALM 3:3
and oh, for the record – i am not a shopaholic. just a pretty big fan of clothes. honest :)