Suburban hell

And I don't even live in suburbia.

After my long run this morning, J and I schlepped down to Ellicott City to J's haircut place (oh my GOD does she look cute with her little bob hair). JBL and K met us for lunch at Einstein Brothers', then we went to the mall to pick up some good towels, and to look for some clothes for JBL.

After lots of circuitous searches for parking, aimless wanderings, and 'excuse mes' through throngs of hapless afternoon shoppers, we took the girls for a frozen yogurt. There we parted ways - JBL to take K up to Towson for a sleepover, and me to drag J to the car wash and grocery before returning home for some down time.

At one point I told J to hurry up and finish her yogurt so we could get to our next stop- I could feel myself breaking out in hives, surrounded by the teenagers and harried parents and minivans and bad pop music - and JBL said, "Oh no - you get to experience the full suburban deal today. At least you'll have something to blog about."

I just feel dirty.