shopping

If you've seen me, you know I'm a big guy. And maybe a thought that crosses your mind is, "Where does he get his clothes?" Well, it's a lot easier than it might seem, as there are big and tall stores and departments just about everywhere you look.

It's kind of funny. The other day, my nephew told me he wanted a CD by Five Finger Death Punch for Christmas. A few days later I Googled the band, except I had forgotten some of their name. So I Googled "Five Finger Discount." I got nothin'. After calling him and straightening it out and learning that the band is one of those aggressive heavy metal outfits that sound like growling animal

I am on the go a lot, so I rarely get the chance to go shopping.  And, I'll be honest, it's not my favorite thing to do anyway (because I can NEVER make up my mind and I get bored VERY quickly!)  I am the poster child for Attenion Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and I'm just not built for accomplishing one task at a time.  But Friday, I decided to tempt fate and go shopping for a new laptop compute