Moving right along, feeling fancy free.

I know that my readership (like, what, all 5 of you, who aren’t related to me somehow), have come to expect me to tackle the hard issues.

Issues such as “How much wood, would a woodchuck, chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood”, or “how the heck did the pizza sauce get on my shirt, when all I’ve eaten is some cold cereal.” or the ever popular, “how many months can a bachelor go in between doing laundry”

Then, I tackled even harder issues such as:

What’s up with
– Anne of Green Gables
– Pride and Prejudice
– Cleanin the Bachelor Fridge
– Gilmore Girls
– My former best friend, and his wife, taunting me with crepe’s via their Blog. Not only do I get a phone call from Vegas, but I get taunted via blog.

Do friends do that?!?! Do that?!?! Ok.. Off the roof.. I’m getting off the roof….

Back to my main issue.

The size of the new malls. I was recently in Denver, and I stopped at the Colorado Mills Mall. I went, to, uh, get some man supplies (tackle box, for pin stuff, if you have to know). I walked in, and decided, I had a few minutes to spare. I got the tackle box, and started to meander out into the mall.

Three days later, and thanks to the Texas Search and Rescue team, I was extracted from the mall.

That MALL IS HUGE! They call the different areas Neighborhoods. With good reason, each one could be a city block. The Mall has it’s own Super Target, which I suspect is used by the people who get lost, and need essential supplies.

At one point, I was sure I had wandered into Mexico, since everyone around me was speaking Spanish.

By the time my ordeal was over, I had come to the realization. These shops didn’t need to hire employees. They had a steady supply of people who couldn’t find their way out of the mall, so in exchange for food/goods, the mall would become Mother, the mall would become Father.

Thanks to my trusty GPS unit. I made it out alive/not in indentured servitude.

My only other beef was that I walked into Aeropostale (new home of cheap designer clothing) when I noticed something that is disturbing me all over the place.

There was a lot of Pink in the mens half of the store.

At first, I figured it was the girl side taking over parts of the guy side of the store. Then I realized this was not so.

Apparently, Pink is all the rage? I think there are three designers somewhere, that are trying to see how lemming like men will become.

Me, I just want my parachute pants back, is that too much to ask?

Oh, and I didn’t buy anything pink. I may like some things that don’t fit the macho man image. Pink is too far.