Today I turn 33. Quinn left a couple of minutes ago to go to Jackson, MS for a job interview and to look at houses. He will return late tonight. We went out last night for my birthday to Macaroni Grill at the Summit in Mountain Brook and then we walked around the summit. Actually, he asked me if I wanted to go to some shops, which is when I shot my eyes at him and said, "uh, sure". So we walked and I talked to him about stores, clothes, and shoes, which I'm sure he found completely enthralling. He nodded and smiled at appropriate moments. I saw an %80 off sign at Liz Claiborne shoes so went in there to take a look and the following conversation occured:
Quinn: "So, what are those naked shoes you were talking about?"
Quinn: "You know, those naked shoes you were talking about in your blog."
me: "Do you mean 'nude'?"
Quinn: "Yeah, same thing. Well, it means the same thing."
me: Nope. "It's a color, not a state of being."
Quinn: "Oh. What are they?"
So I show him. It was very sweet of him to offer the gesture of shopping for shoes. He hates shopping. HATES IT. He's fond of the term "I'd rather be drug out to the street and shot" when he thinks of shopping. After a while, we walked into the Gap and I found a cute pair of nude flats for $12 and he told me I should get them. It was very unlike Quinn, who would usually say something like, "Do you really need ANOTHER pair of shoes?" That answer, of course, is YES. It's okay if he doesn't get it. And, of course, I can't ask "Do you really NEED another Theology book?", because his answer is also YES. So, we're even, kind of. I have a slightly uncomfortable feeling that his obsession is better than mine.
Today will be a day of getting stuff done. Heather and Paige are both coming over to help me pack (thanks, ladies) and Corin has SAT testing at Crossroads. Even though we'll be busy, it will still be fun and I'm looking forward to it. Paige and Heather are both CRAZY cleaners, so I'm sure we'll have a lot done by this afternoon. Woo hoo! I told Quinn what we were doing today, to which he responded "you better go to the liquor store this morning". I looked at him with confusion. "What? Why?". I'm thinking this would not help me at all. He looked at me. "You can always get good boxes at the liquor store." Ah. I looked at some of the boxes we've already packed and most of them are whiskey boxes and Crown Royal boxes. So, I'm going to trek over to the liquor store this morning, with my three children, and get some boxes. Is ABC Liquor even open in the morning?