The Shoppinator

The Sallivator goes home today. And not unlike like the Vikings, she takes with her a boatful of loot she pillaged from the unsuspecting and arrogant village of La Jolla.

Yep, The Jewel by the Sea has been looted and plucked, and the booty begins its' long journey to Seattle this afternoon. I'm a little concerned for my friend, who regularly complains of backaches and whose suitcase has swollen to three or four times its original size. Maybe she can buy herself a hot young manservant to assist her on her journey.

I love it when Sal visits. There's the girl talk, the walks, the rocking out to Aerosmith's "Sweet Emotion" at the top of our lungs as The Varmint drives us home from a wine-drenched evening of fun and snark. Yes. It's all good clean fun.

But the best part, I think, is the snapping sound of The Varmint's shift in perspective. Thanks to Sal, I suddenly become the Matron of Responsible Shopping.

By comparison, I am a saintly symbol of prudence and restraint. He pipes down. Smiles at me, even, as the rustle of fresh tissue paper issues forth from my single meagre item of loot. He sees the truth: That whilst I shop, I am but an amateur compared to the likes of The Sallivator.

For that, I am eternally grateful. Thank you Sally. Thank you so very much.


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I am a writer and lazy artist who loves travel, architecture and design. Right now, I'm into photography. My fabulous husband (a.k.a. The Varmint) and I are also the principals of a San Diego-based creative agency - and new parents to the divine Baby Mak. Read More >