After staying three nights in three different towns on our road trip, my husband and I finally arrived in Yellowstone.
Instead of heading immediately to the park like most people, we had to find me some shirts because I only brought two.
Let’s be clear. I hate shopping and do it because I have to.
Of course, Ken found a really nice jacket within minutes, on the clearance rack. I don’t know how he does it.
Me? It took forever to find the women’s section, and then while Ken wandered around, I had to try on at least 20 shirts—wrong color, wrong size—to end up with five shirts that didn’t look terrible. Frustrating.
At the counter, Ken says, “You’re buying all those? Your shirts alone are going to be over $200. Then my jacket is $25…”
Poor guy, but there was no way I was putting a single one of those shirts back. 
The clerk rang up our purchase: $165.31 (including tax and a free bag). Woot woot!
I’m all set until our next vacation. 
