Part three of our weekend happened when we were done with our Saturday morning brunch and found the women folk doing my favourite thing: shopping.
Imagine going to the biggest city in the country and deciding that the first weekend of holiday shopping is a good time to go to Holt Renfrew.
Apparently there was a need for pantyhose.
Surprisingly enough, between the shoulder to shoulder, dog carrying, fancy shoppers I did get to see some stuff that looked half way interesting.
We found Jackson’s first puppy Xmas gift. We may need a larger size.
Then we checked out A’s favourite department: shoes.
$945.00 for a pair of black high heels? Seems reasonable. This is the moment where I remind people that $945 is two months worth of social assistance in our province. Yeah.
Then it was off to mom’s favourite store, William Ashley. I thought that the parents agreed that this weekend they would avoid the china store.
Mom got a killer deal (according to her) on a soup pot. That was after she took a pass on the $600 pot Gramma suggested she buy. Fancy woman!
After all of that shopping, it was clear: time to resume eating and drinking. A great meal was ended by some of this:
Eggnog cheesecake with pumpkin ice cream.
This was followed by more drinking and watching Brad Pitt’s excruciatingly bad interpretation of Achilles.
To top it all off, I then received one of the most exciting emails of my entire life. If you don’t know Ivan Coyote, shame on you. Google that shit.
To which I was like:
And then I got my final fee bill for my MSW.