Apparently my cousin had a baby, and apparently my aunt is holding a baby shower for her on Saturday.

I was not invited [not that I wanted to be], and even if I was I probably wouldn't be admitted on the party grounds as I am too poor to afford a present.

This evening my Mother and I went to Wal-Mart, in order to find something for the kid. Neither one of us knew what to buy, as I've never had a child, and it's been almost 20 years for her.

After wandering around the shoe area, and my Mother had chosen a rather astonishingly fugly pair of slippers, and I mildly fugly pair of flip flops [complete with tacky "diamond" clip thing on one side] we headed for the baby department.

My God, you could get lost in there and nobody would find you for days!

And apparently my cousin gave birth to a boy monst--er, child, which was slightly more difficult as it seems that everything's geared towards females.

I found the perfect bib, which said "Are these people really my relatives?!". My Mother agreed, but then said we shouldn't get it because it was rather mean.

My philosophy towards present buying for babies is that one should buy the thing the loudest, most irritating toy that can be found. One of those toys that's cute the first time, and grating the next 2 548 755.

After going in so many circles we were dizzy, we finally decided on two jumpers, burp pads, hooded towels, and other random things we made our way out.

On the plus side, I also got some Mod Podge so I can begin the decoupaging of the mirrors that Karen gave me for Christmas. Lord of the Rings mirrors? I think so!

And tomorrow I had planned on going downtown to the bank and such, but now I've been told that I have to clean the bathroom and make cookies. Bah!