Especially on payday.
It's a bad idea and I'm not going to do it anymore.
Reports are hazy, but it seems the crazy girl went out and bought Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealer
on DVD, as well as Murder, She Wrote.
The first is for the Girly 80s Cartoon Night which is in the works for a Saturday night some time soon. She even bought Care Bears invitations, and would have bought Care Bears Movies as well if they'd had them, but thankfully they did not.
Unfortunately, this just means she'll have to go out and find them somewhere else before the party.
For the second, she has no excuse except that she's a big huge dork and she loves Murder, She Wrote.
Okay. Enough of third-person-speak. Can't trust people who refer to themselves in the third person, y'know. ( Collapse )
At some point I wandered past the pet store, and spent fifteen minutes kneeling on the floor talking in silly voices to a tiny grey ball of fur with bright blue eyes and white feet, and then I almost bought a kitten.
No, seriously. I can't be allowed out shopping without a chaperone.
And after all of that, I never went to Superstore like I was intending. Grargh.
But I have Murder, She Wrote.
It's all good.