I love having sisters sometimes, they can vex and annoy you, but there is nothing in the world like shopping with like-minded sisters.

Yesterday, Laura and I set out on the venture of finding a warm, heavy piece of clothing to generally cloak me for the winter. We found it, yes. But had far more fun that the average person as we terrorized all the mall employee's.

We would gasp in horror at their hideous selection of boots, swoon in delight as we looked at men's clothing, (I) chortled in glee at the makeup and perfume counters (I am addicted to them, a hard core addiction, I tell you,), cover our eyes as we gazed at sweater coats and would also loudly covet anything we saw that we must have.

I also, managed to slide down the banister in a rather short skirt and embarass the hell out of Laura.

There is something severrely underrated in this society about shopping with likeminded people. Shopping in and of itself is not what is comforting, it is perusing the aisles of stores, having the freedom to choose as you please. To like and dislike what you see. And to have someone agree with you all the while. There is something innanely sweet about pointing out to another sister that she cannot wear slip dresses and you can.

And then, there is just something wonderful about having sisters