Ahh...the joys of blouse shopping.

Guys just don't get it. Friday night, Leeat and I went to the Florida Mall (bastion of tourism), located just down the street from the parks, in an attempt to find a birthday blouse. My 21st birthday which falls this Thursday (but I technically won't be drinking until Friday night), calls for cleavage and makeup. So after 5 of six stores, I found a blouse at the Limited (in XL) of course. Very cute, but $49. When I got home and put it on with my bra containing flotation devices, my boobs hit just below my chin. Not exactly the look I was going for. So the next day, I returned it to the Limited, got a refund which I may not see for about 5 days. Went to Lane Bryant and was coerced into buying a blouse that I really didn't like. Went to another Lane Bryant to return it. Now I'm down $90 for another 5 days. Later that evening, after buying a ticket to the sneak preview for "Must Love Dogs," I went to casual corner and found a really nice blouse for $20, this black v-neck top with a lace inset (very classy), and now I'm down approximately $110 (as of this morning, I have $45.03 in my bank account, woo hoo!). But since I've finally found a decent blouse, I'm content for now. When I told my mother and father of the adventures, my dad just said, "Please, it's your 21st birthday. Not a coronation. G-d forbid you puke on it anyways."

Gotta love him.