To which my mom would roll her eyes, let Mr. Thoreau know she disagreed, grab her bag and go shopping.
I'm with my mom.
She raised me to shop. And to seek out a good bargain.
There was never a family vacation that didn't include a shopping trip.
And she would have been over-joyed with some of the 75% off Labor Day sales I found.
I have become my mama.
I'm okay with that.
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