His life, his interests, his sometimes quirky frame of mind in words and pictures. A flyover of my life.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Sunday, December 22, 1991
I finish up my Christmas shopping, my top priority for the day. At first, I encourage Andy to accompany me, but after he declines the invitation for the third time, I get the message and realize I'll be much more productive on a solo search.
I hit the mall first. Looking for a sweater for JoAnna, I focus on the big stores: Sears (a soft pink turtleneck is a possibility), Penney's (the perfect choice, a lamb's wool in purple is not available in her size), Prange's (everything is marked down drastically, but the selection -- some of it seconds, I suspect -- is paltry, and the Boston Store (na-da). I find a great crew knit (purple) on sale at Eddie Bauer. Next top: the Going Places bookstore, but they don't open til one. I have an hour to kill. At Hilldale, I find a navy blue blazer on sale. Sold. Mission accomplished. Forget the map.
During the afternoon, I continue taping tunes and JoAnna finishes her Christmas baking. I made chicken for supper and then we all veg out. JoAnna and I snuggle, progress to some heavy petting, and then experiences a rockets-red glare orgasm.
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