When Richard asked if there was anything I wanted to do over the weekend, there was one thing I desperately needed to do. Between work and baby naps, I’d been able to accomplish zilch in the shopping department, and didn’t have many clothes that could fit anymore. Baby Bump Bennett was getting bigger every week, and I was down to dresses and yoga pants.
“This store is the devil,” I said to Richard as we walked through the automatic doors.
“Why is that?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “They’re one of the largest retailers in the country.”
“Because you go in for one five-dollar item and come out with nearly two hundred dollars’ worth of stuff.”
He shook his head. “That’s called a lack of self-control.”
“Uh-huh, just watch.”
I grabbed a cart and perused the dollar bin section as we walked
