Not Exactly the Waltons...

Today, I went shopping with my mother and my sister- against more than one person's better judgement. Afterwards, I had to come home and sleep for three hours. While spending time shopping with my mother and sister doesn't have the exact legal ramifications as drinking a large bottle of vodka chased with a crack-pipe, it does leave me feeling roughly the same as I imagine the vodka/crack combo would. I won't go into further details, because I don't need to go to that dark, black place in my life.