Monday, Monday

Well, after an exciting Saturday night of laundry, we visited the lovely local Wal-Mart yesterday.
 
I hate Wal-Mart.
 
I hate having to shop at Wal-Mart because its prices are the lowest of any retailer.
 
I hate the type of people that shop at Wal-Mart--because they remind me of my own rednecked-ness.
 
I suppose I aspire to the kind of life that I can never have: shopping in upscale retail stores where the workers bend over backwards to fulfill my every demand, and where I don't have to think twice about dropping $400 on a purse.
 
Good thing there is Coach outlet store in my town.
 
Yes, nothing is happening today at work. I wish I could just go home early, but I can't. I still have another hour and a half.