I have to tell this story because it is too crazy. Some of you may know that I have this weird problem. Sometimes I can assert myself with no problem. Mostly around family and sometimes friends and always in church settings (who knows why it's so easy to express my opinion at church?????). Anyway most other times it is a real problem. I hate to call up friends and ask for a favor or help. If I've called you, you should know that either you are a really good friend or I have struggled with making the call for hours sometimes days. I hate to call customer service. Even if I'm not complaining in particularly. Like calling to get warranty service is nearly impossible. I hate calling to schedule deliveries and even worse hate to be the person home when service people come over. So yesterday I was at the mall and something happened that so perfectly illustrates this. I was at Babystyle. I am in terrible (not desperate) need of maternity clothes. A: I have already surpassed the heaviest I have ever been by 10 lbs. So most of my clothes don't fit me. B: My previous babies were all summer births and I am now having a winter baby is a cold place (it was 44 degrees three days ago). So I need pants, long sleeves and sweaters. So I grabbed a few things at the store tried them on and went on to make the purchase. One of the pieces was an adorable sweater that I thought was wool. The cashier said, "that will be $300 please." I about fell over. I wonder what kind of face I made. I tried to hold my composure, but instead of asking to remove the item I went ahead and paid for it. What Kind of crazy lady doesn't look at the price tag, and goes through with an insane purchase of something she'll only wear for another two months. That crazy sweater was $225. No kidding. I looked at the label and it has some cashmere in it. That must be part of it. I came home and showed Dave my new very expensive sweater. I have full intentions of returning the sweater. But now I have to drive all the way back up to Bellevue to do it when I could have just taken care of it right there. I should have just said, "I'm sorry I've changed my mind about the sweater. I'm too poor and too SANE to spend that much on a sweater!!!!!! Oh yes, I know I should have looked at the price tag. That's my mother's fault...yes it is genetic (no offense Mom but I am so like you)." And then I could have tried to want out of the store without feeling like the biggest goof ball of the year.