Why is it that I moan and groan so much about driving down to the Big City? The first outpost of the Big City is only 20 minutes away.
I can’t even count the number of times I have decided against going to some store or another because it was at the Fancy Mall, and the Fancy Mall is an hour away.
And yet, I will drop everything and drive to Chicago to shop or just to hang out with my sister. Chicago is a six-hour drive from here. On a good day.
I mention this because I had to go all the way to the Big City today. I needed some things for the Halloween Party. A party I really need to get cracking on. Of course, I still need part of the guest list from a certain somebody whose initials are Tom. (Just consider that a friendly reminder there sweetie).
I will give you more details about the party later. Once I have my act together. In the meantime, I am still wondering why I would rather drive 6 hours than 1 hour to shop at more or less the same stores. Clearly I have some sort of mental block.