Yesterday, G and I headed to P-town to hang out with my sister and Jamison. We had a few errands to run before going to the movies so we headed to Washington Square.
I had to get some shoes so we went to my favorite store!
I love Nordstrom and I love their shoes. I didn’t find anything I loved that much, though, so I put a pair on hold and we went to Macy’s. The mall was pretty busy.
And then I saw a picture of myself in the Victoria’s Secret store!
Lookin’ good, CTW, lookin’ good!
After pushing a few people over and running through the mall like maniacs, we finally made it to Macy’s!
First, G and I split up so he could look for a white shirt and I could check out the shoes. I didn’t find any shoes so I went to find G.
He was way too excited about shopping. We were on a limited time schedule, so we had to seriously bust a move to find a white shirt for G. Once we found something, I directed G to the dressing room to try it on in a couple of sizes. He ran off in that general direction and I followed. When I got to the sitting area OUTSIDE THE DRESSING AREA, this is what I found:
George doesn’t believe in using a dressing room, unless you’re trying on pants. I’m pretty sure this makes other customers uncomfortable but no one ever says anything to him. I wanted him to try on a different size so again, he got naked.
As someone who is embarrassed to get naked in front of herself, I don’t understand his actions at all. Obviously, G has no self-esteem issues.
Well, we weren’t exactly thrilled with those shirts so we decided to look around a little more. When we found another one we liked, it was time to try them on. But this time, he changed here:
Right in the middle of the store.
Yes George, I think you’re crazy.
BTW, the short ladies behind the rack of clothes stood there for a long time while G was changing. I don’t think they were looking for shirts.
While changing, G recruited my sister to act as his shirt hanger.
Some people are too nice.
Thank god we finally found a shirt for G and Jamison thought G deserved a trophy for all his hard work.
So G took his shirt off (again) and posed for a picture. Isn’t that what everyone does?
That’s H-O-T- Hot!
Maybe you can go shopping with him next time. His other favorite place to change his clothes is in a parking lot. I’m a lucky girl.
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Does G ever not smile???? He is soo cute and his smile lights up a room! Enjoyed this post!
I actually do the same thing.. I cannot lie.
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