Out with Daddy

One of my absolute favorite things to do is to spend the day with my dad. This has not always been the case, but……that was then. He got older and learned to talk a little bit. I got older and learned that silence is not always a bad thing, and ….. somewhere along the way, we just started enjoying being together.

I think for me, it is the absolute freedom from responsibility. When Daddy calls and says let’s go, I get dressed, grab a lipstick, my cellphone and my knitting and we walk out the door. He drives and he pays and I ride and walk and knit. And shop.

Our favorite place to go is Myrtle Beach to the Tanger Outlet Mall. We went there today, and picked up the shoes I had decided not to get before Christmas. We picked up some stuff he wanted, too. And then we both needed jeans, so we went to Vanity Fair. They did not have the “blu” brand I have been looking for, but I did find jeans that fit me well. I was particularly thrilled to walk in wearing a size 12 and walk out with 2 pair of brand new size 8s in the bag. No wonder I’ve been hating the way my pants fit lately, huh?

jeans and high heels
After we left Tanger, we went down the street to Myrtle Beach Mall. We walked around it for a bit and bought nothing. Then we went to Broadway at the Beach and walked around there. I had to keep reminding myself that it was Saturday, because all three shopping venues were mostly empty. That’s why we were able to visit so many places today. There were lots of closed stores, too. It was kind of sad, actually.

Anyway, I had a great time all day until I got home and found out my middle son had run away not long after lunch, and just returned not long before I got back myself. Yeah.

As for Daddy, I don’t know why he likes hanging out with me. I’m certainly not as much fun as a barrel of monkeys lately, yk? But tomorrow’s SPS will be the picture I took of us with my phone at Broadway. It will be the second one I took, because in the first one, you can see my eyes and his nose and mouth. That’s what happens when we both stand and try to get ourselves in the same frame.

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