Sunday, Sharl and I went shopping to buy work clothes. When I say shopping, though, I don't mean shopping in the way I like to imagine it. I thought that the opportunity for us to go shopping together would be a real bonding experience, but I was sadly mistaken. Sharl's version of shopping consists of buying a bulk quantity of clothing at only one store. This ensures that he gets all he needs as quickly and efficiently as possible. Shopping for shoes is also not a leisurely activity for him, but merely another item on his TO DO list. I say this with the upmost feeling of remorse. He put shoes on his list right after deodorant and hair gel. That to me was almost sacriligious. We did end up having a good time tho...for him, we got to eat Charlie's Steakery and watch a movie, and for me, Sharl bought me this hot purse. All's well that ends well.