On a lark, my sister, Amanda and I trekked down to the Lake of the Ozarks for a day of stimulating the economy. Amanda had received another 20% coupon to the Coach Factory store and we couldn’t pass up this opportunity. We had a list of stores that we needed to go into and by the end of the day, we had hit them all. It seems that each time I go to the Coach Factory, I come out at least $100 poorer. It’s a sickness, I tell you! I can’t stop. All Bob says is that he’s grateful there’s not an outlet here in St. Louis. My sister introduced us the the BCBG outlet and we were all goners. Now I’m going through buyer’s remorse but I can’t do anything about it now so I’m sure I’ll get over it pretty soon.
Okay, so we’ve conquered the Lake outlet shopping, it’s time to move on to Branson! Girls, are you with me?
I have created a monster. Mwaaah ahh ahhh. That’s my evil laugh. I have tried to stop going into Coach, BCBG and Banana all together. It was unhealthy for me as well. Imagine living just one mile away and driving past a minimum of at least twice a day. Torture.