nor so wide as a church door

I appreciate that shopping is fun for many people, but generally speaking, I really hate it. I don't mind the Nearly New Sale at home, and I don't mind shopping for small tchotchkes, but that's about it; and I am wretched at giving people advice. If you want a more detailed answer than "... Fine?" when you ask how something looks on you, DO NOT use me as your shopping companion.

This comes up, naturally, because B decided to go clothes shopping today. Long story short: it was basically my idea of hell. The end.

Before that, however, we went to see Letters to Juliet. I don't know whether anyone cares about spoilers, because after you've seen the preview, you've basically seen the movie, but just in case: ( cut! ) Bottom line: brain twinkie, but reasonably heartwarming. I wouldn't mind watching it again, but I'm not going to, like, chase after it.

Three days, and I get to go home. \o/!