This weekend was a pretty good one. For the first time in weeks- months- maybe even this year, neither Gary nor I had any plans. Thank the Lord, I say. I was bloody exhausted by the time Friday night rolled around.
We ordered pizza (sans chicken!), watched Die Hard 4, and then I lamed out and hit the sack, because I knew I had to be up with the birdies on Saturday.
Why, you ask?
Because tank tops were on sale at Old Navy for $2.
That's right, I planned my weekend around a Door Crasher sale at Old Navy. I got up, got dressed and left the house to arrive at the mall about 30 minutes after the stores opened.
I can see the future, people. In this future I am that lady with the mitt full of coupons, screaming at a woman and trying to grab that last package of 15 cent looseleaf, then promptly being escorted out of Superstore. My un-conceived future offspring are so ashamed.
I left the mall on Saturday with 5 tank tops.
I left my dignity behind.
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