I went to the mall on a Saturday

I went to the mall today. It was not pleasant. I hate going anywhere on a weekend. Being a stay-at-home mom has me totally spoiled with shopping at times when most places are not crowded. When Parker was a baby, he would wake up at the crack of dawn so I would just get up and get out to Walmart or the grocery store (open 24 hours). It would be empty and we would have our errands by 9:00. I miss those simple days.
Anyway, the mall always gives me a lot of fodder for blogging. Such as pet peeves:
- pajama pants worn in public. By anyone. Any age. Especially awful with slippers. Come on folks. There are plenty of comfortable pants that can be worn in public. Sweat pants come to mind.
- when people mix their seasonal wear. Example: I saw a girl with crop pants and flip flops paired with a wool coat and scarf. This time of year is always ripe for the mix ups. Even though it seemed warm today after months of freezing cold, there is still snow on the ground so it wasn't exactly flip-flop weather.
- the Easter bunny. When your kid sits on his lap, does he ask the Easter bunny to bring him something? Or is it just a photo op? I've never been really clear on this.
- when people are in a dressing room but they don't lock the door and then they act all disgruntled and violated when you open the door. Sorry. Lock the door next time. I do a quick check for feet, but in some dressing rooms, you just can't see.
- Sales with three pages of fine print. If I have to take a final exam just to get 20% off, it isn't worth it to me. And I'm always in search of a deal.
- I was going to write some stuff about how teenage girls (of course I don't mean all teenage girls just 90% of the ones I saw at the mall today--of course the other 10% were wearing pajama pants and slippers) dress these days, but I am still sewing blindfolds for my innocent little boys so I don't have time for that.