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Okay. So, today was supposed to be a me and jeans and undergarments day, because I needed them. I have three pairs of comfortable jeans left, and one of them has a decent sized hole in the ass.

So, my family decides we're going to go to Costco (big warehouse bulk things store for the non-Americans) for clothes shopping. Because apparently that's what they do. They have pallets of clothes there as well as food and basic staples in ginormous summer camp sized bulk packages. But first, because they don't sell you clothes you can try on so if you're a weird body type you're fucked, my mother takes me to the nearby mall for jeans. Which means my aunt insists on buying me other things.

I go out shopping for jeans and underthings?

I come back with road snacks (which I guess we did need for the TEN HOUR drive home), three pairs of jeans, four pairs of bras, two hoodies, two lounging pants, and TEN SHIRTS. TEN. I already had shirts! A sufficiency of shirts! Now I have TEN MORE!

I caved. They were pretty shirts, they made me feel pretty, and all the shirts I have at the moment are old or aging t-shirts that, while functional enough not to incline me to spend money on any more, do not make me feel as pretty as these kinds of shirts do. So.

But still! Yipes!

And then the boy was also spoiled with video games, so everything was happy.

Ai, mi familia.