Happy New Year!
Last week I told Mr. Munro I would like to go shopping on New Year’s day. I backed up the suggestion with additional information, saying the sales were on and I thought it would be quiet.
“Okay,” Mr. Munro said.
“I want to buy some summer clothes. A skirt or something.” I watched him closely, and to his credit, he barely flinched.
This morning he brought me a cup of tea in bed. That was about eight o’clock. Not long after, I wandered into the office. A sort of a hint to tell hubby it was my turn on the computer. I wanted to do a few promo things.
“You should hurry,” he said.
“But it’s only eight and the shops don’t open until ten.”
“We’ll have a coffee. I don’t want to be late and face crowds of people.”
I decided I wouldn’t argue the point and went off to have a shower. Updating my website etc could wait. We arrived before ten but most of the shops were open.
“I think I’ll check Stax first,” I said.
Hubby followed me into the dress shop that happens to be my favorite because everything is NZ made. I looked at a few things and he gave his commentary. I walked down the end of the shop and looked back at Mr. Munro. He was standing by a rack of dresses with his arms folded across his chest and an expression on his face that a wife doesn’t really like to see.
“Don’t fold your arms,” I said. “It’s annoying.” He did a sort of grunt and unfolded his arms.
We moved on and after a coffee, stopped at the next shop on my list.
“What do you think of this?” I demanded.
“Too busy.”
Finally, armed with a couple of outfits I went to the dressing room. I put them on and went out to show hubby. He nodded, which is short-speak for good. I noticed he didn’t cross his arms again. Definite Brownie points. About twenty minutes later we left with two skirts and a top.
“You were very good,” I said to Mr. Munro. “Thank you.”
He grinned and said, “It might have been different if we’d gone to a third shop.”
We stopped at Borders for a while and then to the grocery shop. Mr. Munro enjoys food shopping and he was positively cheerful by the time we left the shopping center.
How is your husband/partner/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend at shopping? Does the experience turn into a nightmare or is it a fun excursion? Who does the grocery shopping in your family?
