In which I buy some clothes.
It’s 2:25 PM, and I’m sitting in front of the computer in my office. Brett’s asleep naked in the day bed.
“Wake up! Wake up!” I call. “Let’s go to Ottumwa and eat, and go to Target and buy me some clothes.”
Downtown Ottumwa, Iowa
He said, “Mm hmm,” and rolled over.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ve already taken a nap today myself. But this is ridiculous. “Wake up!” I repeat.
“Mm-hmm,” he answers again. He’s still lying on his stomach, one pale leg sticking out from under the sheet. You would not believe the whiteness of his ankles, which never see the sun. Milk-white, fish-flesh pale. He’s such a redhead.
“GET UP!” I yell.
He rolls over again. “Time is it?” he asks.
“It’s two-thirty.”
“Oh, yeah,” he says, apparently pleased with the amount of nothing he’s accomplished so far today.
Then he sits up, groggy and unfocused. “Did you shower?” he asks. I nod. “Do I get that opportunity?”
“I think so, if you go now. No lines, no waiting, if you hurry!”
He’s threatening to buy me an iPod nano for my birthday, which I want because it’s cute as fuck but don’t really need because it’s got no more storage space than the 4Gb mini I already have. I also want a cheap acoustic guitar because all I have is a fat-necked classical that I never play. Either way, I’m buying some cheap Target boho clothes because all my clothes suck.
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The name of the city, Ottumwa, looks so odd to me. It doesn’t sound Native American. It sounds african to me for some reason..
Shopping on a weekend is great. 🙂 I hope you enjoyed very much with your husband. 🙂
We ate at the Tom Tom Tap and had a couple of cocktails. Then at Target I bought a pair of pants, two long-sleeved t-shirts, a v-necked ribbed sweater, a short sleeved t-shirt, a crocheted shrug, and a pair of earrings. Everything was brown except for two of the shirts, which were garnet and black respectively.
All in all, a fruitful trip.