After our general ritual of Qdoba and self-mortification, Colleen and I ventured to Target to pick up a few things. I had to go get dog bones, and left Colleen for no more than two minutes in the grocery section. I came back and she was holding a 12 pack of Target Juice boxes, a variety pack of Target chewy bars, and was eyeing a 5 lb jar of Target granola. After mild protest, she admitted that she didn't, in fact, need any of the above things, and agreed to put them back, if she could keep her Propel.
Post-Target, we went to Barnes and Nobel in search of CDs and "When Harry Met Sally". An older man approached us, and after we declined his help, he glared at Colleen's Uggs and I quote, "So, did you kill those boots yourself?" followed by much awkward laughter and a prompt exit.
With nothing to loose, we blasted Aladdin all the way home, rocked the side pony, and counted Subarus.
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