I don’t care whose money it is, daddy’s, hubby’s or mine. I don’t know what it is but money burns a hole in my packet, I cannot keep it in there without buying something. I cant help it I love stuff, everything you name it. I have 175 pairs of shoes, and I still am young
Sunday afternoon: Mall opens at noon, closes at 6:00. Add 5 minutes each way for walk to and from car. Max available shopping time=six hours ten minutes=female time.
Male time=I consider six min excessive if you have done successful recon of that Gap prior to day in question, and have stable waist/inseam ratio.
muhabatein theen kabhi apne dermian kitni…
bicha gaye hai anna hum mein doorian kitni…
abhi to toota hai dil hi teri judai mein…
girein gi hum pe abhi aur bijlian kitni…
Atleast the female is now knowledgable about prices of all items in the Mall. Whereas the dude is completely clueless, except for that pair of pants. And they say, knoweldge is power. Go figure!