Shopping for my Birthday

Posted on February 7, 2003 in Anxiety

Just the other day, Garnette and I were talking about how we hated going shopping with our obsessive compulsive mothers. Last night, I learned that my mother intends to celebrate my birthday by taking me shopping at Nordstroms Rack.

All night I have been whining “I don’t want to go.” Lynn just says “This, too, shall pass.”

Yes, but do I have to do it without the xanax? I’m between dates when the HMO will pay for the meds.

I just told Lynn “No. Either she has a nice birthday for me or I’m not going.” I’m not going to reenact long hours spent standing while she goes through clothes or comments about how my belly has grown.

If I tell her that is the reason why I don’t want to go, she will say “I won’t do that.” And then she will.

When I agreed to go up there, this trap wasn’t part of the deal.

The reason why she does this is because a few years ago she gave me a gift certificate from Macy’s. I bought a bread machine. Every time she eats that bread, she reminds me that I was supposed to use the money to buy clothes.

Lynn’s holding on, I guess, just in case she can change my mind.

Tripping on the steps and wrenching the hip ball from the socket seems almost appealing.