Steve and I were shopping on Saturday, looking for mundane but necessary items for our upcoming vacation--basic bathing suits, flip flops to wear into the water to protect my toes from the rocky bottom, sunscreen with SPF 940. Unbelievably, we went in and out of SEVEN different stores without buying a thing. Seven! Everywhere we looked were hoochie-mama bathing suits that were not exactly what one wears while floating on a noodle with one's five-year old niece, flip flops with high heels (???), and sunscreen made of baby oil. Everything we'd need to vacation on the Onassis yacht, but rather inappropriate for the woods of Maine.
I'll admit, the whole experience made me grumpy. Steve cast it in a new light, though:
"I like shopping without buying anything," he said, taking a glug of his giant (heavily caffeinated) ice coffee. "It's kind of like going on a hike..."
There you have it. When people ask what we did this weekend, "We went hiking," is my new answer.
I'm glad we didn't have to camp...