Yesterday Jacob, Avery and I went to the mall because I was fucking bored out of my mind and apparently I like dragging my husband out of the house against his will. He would much rather sit on the couch all weekend watching shitty action movies while I bring him food.

Yeah, I know what I married into but he wasn't always like this!

But that isn't the point of the post.

We parked by the entrance that is next to the kiddie play area so that Avery could play for a bit. We walk into the mall and HOLY SHIT there were tween and teen girls everywhere. Hundreds of them. And they were loud. There was a stage set up and the backdrop said in huge print "Vampire Diaries."

Oh god. What the hell did we just walk into and how do we get out? There wasn't anyone on stage but the girls were facing the stage whilst salivating. We quickly walked past the mob and took the elevator upstairs. I figured that we could just swing by Hot Topic so I can look at their ear plugs; I was hoping to find some sparkly acrylic ones. We turned the corner and there was a line coming out of the Hot Topic that looped around the walkway. We guessed by the huge poster in the window of the HT that the cast of the show Vampire Diaries was in there doing some type of meet 'n greet. Isn't that cute.

I have never seen the show so I couldn't care less about the celebrities that for some reason were in FRISCO TEXAS instead of Dallas. All I knew is that I had to get out of there. The swarms of people and the chaos was making me ill.

I was pissed off that we drove all of the way to the mall only to leave a few minutes later. I was fucking bored and wanted to get out of the house and this is what happened. Now I'll never be able to talk my husband into going anywhere with me. He already has an aversion to the mall. Or going anywhere that isn't an electronics store.

After the mall fiasco we went to dinner at a chain Tex Mex restaurant and the dish I ordered didn't list 'cheese' as an ingredient but there was totally cheese in it.

Our outing was a failure.

In fact, our entire weekend fucking sucked. If I could go back in time I wouldn't because then I'd have to relive it and that would be my own personal hell.