K.O.P.

Um, all right.  I just came back from the King of Prussia Mall with the kids. Basically that place should have its own zip code.  It is about fourteen malls in one and like nothing you have ever seen.  I remember when I first moved here, I needed something for our townhouse and I thought, oh hey, I will just zoom up to the mall and get it and come back.

Nice try,  I came up for air about ten hours later,

First of all, if you drive there, you will be sucked up in the never ending circular parking maze that will keep you going around and around for hours on end,  (We call this the Nordstrom's entrance.)

This mall is so big there are actually doubles of stores.  Like you walked so far away from the first store it was time for another one of that store!   It's been so long since I was at the Sunglasses Hut.  There you are again. Phew.  And the directory is actually several different horse shoe shapes and blocks on top of colors with stickers that say you are here for the upper level and the lower level but who knew the lower level TURNED INTO the upper level when going from the court to the plaza.  How do you like that?  I stared at the directory for like a half an hour with my mouth hanging open and did some calculations with a ruler and my index finger before I found out which way I wanted to go.

See, what happened was, they moved Sephora.  So I might as well cash in my chips right then and there. I am starting from day one.  My whole universe has just been flipped upside down. Sephora is over there now? But somehow I figured out where to go. Oh and all the pretty things!  Shiny, glittery things. The kids were very good, and they looked in some shops and played on their devices when mama wanted to window shoparoo.

 And of course, there is always time for: