Husbands, wives and shopping.

I was privileged to spend the afternoon with my Queen Felicia today.
We had a nice lunch at a Bistro in town, and then went to her favorite Mall.
Coffee and some bargain priced books at B&N, where I found the latest Mc Murtry for five bucks.
"Telegraph Days", is set in the latter part of the Wild West shoot-out era through the early silent Western flicks era in Hollywood.
I also found a nice novel set in Nueva York during the Great Depression for the Queen.
It centers on a few neighborhood families, and should prove to be a nice read.

Then came the shopping, which is the third Ordinance right after Baptism and Communion for her.
We have found that if you look carefully at the mark down racks in Macy's, you occasionally find a real quality garment for low cost.
After trying on several nice spring dresses, she found one that we both like a lot.
I won't wear it, I mean I like the way it looks on her, of course.

By the time we were done with that, and a trip through a collectable and knick-knack store, Vickis's Secret and her favorite kitchen gadget place, this old horse was about shopped out.
"Rode hard and put away wet" just about described my condition.

I remembered I had no Easter Candy for her, so we stopped in at Rocky Mountain Chocolates.
I asked the manager if he had any dark chocolate baskets or collections, and we both attempted to find a mixture that she liked. "No, I don't like fruit creams, nope, that one isn't my favorite, etc etc"
He noticed the glazed look that all husbands occasionally get and offered "I have a really nice box right there behind you that is all dark chocolates"
SOLD, and Bless you my brother!
She was happy, and I told her I would catch up with her.
"You must be married!" I asked him.
"Oh, yes, and my wife drives me crazy with her shopping! I work here in the Mall all day, and she can't understand why I am not excited about shopping with her after 10 hours here."
After commiserating about womens religious fervor for shoes "I can't find a pair of shoes! Honey, there are 40 stores here in the Mall that sell shoes! But not the ones I want!"
We parted company, new found brothers in shopaholic mysery.

This is a cross cultural phenomena, this fellow is from India originally.
Motherly concern for their children, love for their husbands and families, and shopping are all in the DNA helix for our gals, I think.

Have a Blessed Easter weekend, remember it's true meaning, but do not under any circumstance forget to buy the women in your lives chocolate!
That is also a helix hidden in their inner soul.