Okay, we were over at their house for Easter. My husband's mother is talking about what she had heard about going to Disney World... yadda yadda. Suddenly she said that so and so had mentioned this place where they have boat-loads of Disney merchandise. She said that I would probably like it. I looked at her confused and asked her why
I would like it. She answered "Well, you like shopping." And I was thinking, yeah I like shopping but not for Winnie The Pooh T-shirts! Annoyed, I said something about wanting to head over to the outlets. What did his mom say? "Oh, I don't think we'll have time to go all the way over there."
Oh hell no! I am going to those outlets even if it kills me!!!
Well, the worst part about this whole conversation was that his mom sounded like she was expecting us to all stick together for the entire week we were down there. Oh... and she wants us to take turns cooking at the condo. WTF?! If I'm going on vacation, then I'm going to be eating out at some cool restaurants! UGH!
