Husbands and Shopping Don't Mix...

Jer decided that he wanted to go to the mall last night - he wanted some kind of hat for golf (he has an outing on Friday). Sure - I'm always up for the mall and Maddy absolutely loves riding around in the stroller. So, we go. There was only one store in the mall that I really wanted to go, so I went there and he took Maddy and headed to the hat store or something. Said he'd come back to get me. So, I grab some things and head into the fitting room. Come back out to put a pair of pants back and grab a different size shirt... He's already there. Standing there, watching me. He says, "$25 for that shirt? Can't you find something like that at Target for cheaper?" I just looked at him, put the stuff back on the racks and said "let's go. I'm done." He doesn't say anything.

Now, I must admit that for the most part I am a Target and Kohl's shopper ok. I don't spend tons of $ on the majority of my clothes, but, for certain occasions I do own some really nice pieces. I will preface this with the fact that the outfit I wanted to buy last night was really dressy for work. I wanted to wear it today b/c I have a meeting downtown and wanted to feel good/confident. So, I was pissed off.

Turns out the reason he was shitty with me was b/c he couldn't find his stupid hat and he wanted us to go across the street to the "Golf Galaxy." Fine, but not before I can head into Payless and find some cute shoes so I can at least wear something I already have and like it a little bit. So, I come out with 2 pairs of shoes for a whopping $19. He just smiled.

So, he gets his hat at Golf Galaxy, and I hate to see how much he paid for this thing. It's like a floppy rain hat thing. It's interesting. He looks good in it though, I will give him that much.

But, the shopping saga doesn't end there... I'm getting ready for work this morning and I put on a new bra that I had bought over the weekend (on clearance for under $10 no less). He's laying in bed watching me get dressed and he says, "Leave the credit card on the counter." I said, "No." He says, "You need to do your laundry instead of just continuously buying new things to wear. You need to stop spending money." I said, "Fuck you. I have to go to work while you sit on your ass all summer - leave me alone. I'll do laundry when I damn well please." He said, "Whatever." I said, "Goodbye." Then I left. He's such an ass sometimes.