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Okay, I don’t want to complain about anything related to shopping, but the girls and I went to the SuperMall, and the Banana Republic there was neither a factory, nor a store.
There was something not right about those three diamonds on every tag. Like it wasn’t “real” Banana Republic. Give me merlino wool, or give me a big slice of Banana Cream cheesecake.
The good news is that my barbeque chicken salad at the Longhorn was meaty, tasty, and delicious. Far better than Raquel Welch’s 12th rib would have been.