Michigan Avenue, Chicago
Yesterday, it poured down rain in Chicago. Seriously, a torrential downpour occurred several times yesterday. My poor husband had to walk to the train amidst thunder and lightning while I got to lay in bed with Gus. I felt bad. But then, I got mine.
I thought it had stopped raining for the day so I decided it was okay to venture out and finally make my way down to the dreaded American Girl store to buy Christmas presents for my two favorite little girls. I really don't enjoy going there. The last time my oldest niece was in town, she had saved up her money and was ready to buy a just-like-me doll. Well that's awesome, and I was proud of her for saving money. It was 2 years ago and the temperature was 2 degrees. My mom, Bree and I went down to the store on Michigan Avenue, bundled up with only our noses exposed. We were in the store for 2 hours, lugging our coats and scarves and hats and gloves around the whole time. Needless to say, Aunt Mimi was a big traumatized by it all. Anyway, the fact that I was willing to go to the store for them really means I love them, right? Right.
So back to the story here. I go, I find what I need with the help of some employees, spend a fortune on a few things (grr) and then I'm done. Quick and painless. Until the downpour came back, and it got pitch black at 3:30 p.m. WHY?! I had decided to drive down there as far as I could, which turned out to be cheaper than taking the train. I got there in all of 15 minutes but on the way back, all hell broke loose and an hour later, I arrive at home on the verge of a meltdown. Thank God I made butterscotch cookies on Sunday. I snarfed one down, had a beer and all was better. But while I was stuck in the car not moving because traffic was at a standstill on every single street in the entire city, I just kept thinking, I sure do love those girls.