I know this may seem unbelievable (not to mention un-American) but

I've never been shopping with my mother. Never. Not grocery shopping, even. Or kitchen accessory shopping. Or school clothes shopping. Or god forbid car shopping. Not even thrift store shopping.

The only thing that even came close was buying a juice at some hippie store in the middle of nowhere once, on Highway One.

I guess I could explain why this is, but I think it would be a better opera than blog entry, and I just don't have the time right now.

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