Ha, I'm resorting to mini-blogettes, which, of course, are tinier than regular blogettes, which, of course are tinier than a real blog, as you know.

Three hours in a shoe store can do this to you. It's the Law of Reducements. Reducements?? Well, okay, so it was two hours. Peltz Shoe Store. My MIL'S favo place on earth. But my MIL is very happy with her every day SAS working shoes and her dressy white SAS sandals. I turn into a shoe clerk in there, and there are only 45,000 pairs of shoes out. But only three pairs in size 7.5 Slim. Somehow, it took us three hours to locate those three pairs. Okay, two hours.

Then to the mall to use the Penney's $10 coupon. Their strategy works. You only have to buy a $10 item to use the coupon, so you can walk out with free stuff. But I walked out with two pajama bottoms for me and a shirt for Mike. It was more than $10. Oh, yeah. But at least it wasn't $450 over $10. Read on.

Then my MIL wanted to get her ears pierced, re-pierced, actually. We were told by the Penney's jewelry man, oh yes, saw fabulous little diamond earrings (four teensy squares to form a small square) and a dainty diamond cross, exquisite, $400+ range, we were told that the Piercing Pagoda was in a kiosk in the mall (don't mention kiosks, they conjure up Dead Sea memories). We walked right by it and went the whole length of the mall and ended up in Claire's, where you also can take your life in your hands and get your ears pierced (DTD wouldn't dream of getting intimate work done in the mall, I was telling her about threading I saw being done, LOL, WHO is going to get threading done for all the world to see through the big plate glass windows? NOT KEM, that's who not). Because we never saw the Pagoda, so that's why we're at Claire's. I asked a second person and they said, Oh, yes, there is a Pagoda. But my MIL doesn't mess around, we were in Claire's and that was good enough.

On the way back to Penney's I looked for the Pagoda, just for kicks. Got almost back to Penney's and asked a third person, Where in this goofy mall is the Pagoda? Oh, it's back in the middle of the mall by Macy's. Well, see, I was curious now. So, I don't know how great the Pagoda's advertising is working if we were actively scanning for it and walked right by twice. Pitiful. Of course, when I was walking by Macy's I was looking in Macy's windows, and the heck with the Pagoda.

We came home and ate grilled cheese and Wickles. Which are pickles. Wicked Pickles, I presume.

Okay, a mini-blogette that is fit for the sewer pipes. And I didn't even tell you my own personal wretched ear-piercing story. That is a story, all righty. The kind that can only happen to a KEM.

Another day KEM