Never again...

...will I go to Target on a soggy, Sunday, afternoon.

JESUS CHRIST! Apparently, that's the thing to do. I hate doing what everyone else is doing. I want to move through the aisles quickly and efficiently, not slowly and ploddingly. I don't need to stop and examine every item. I don't. Especially in the soap aisle. Or the laundry detergent aisle.

And not only was it too crowded, some of the store's shelves were completely bare. Couldn't find my hair color (hello, white roots!) or my deodorant (yes, I still have some. I'm not stinky today. I don't think.). Or the kitty litter I offered to pick up for my neighbors. Who's ever heard of a run on kitty litter, fer crying out loud??

AND, I managed to pick the stormiest part of the day to make my trip. Sunday drivers + flooding roads = OMIGOD I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE! The visibility was terrible, with the heavy rain, and still... people were driving like maniacs.

Never again will I be embarassed by my Friday or Saturday night forays to Target. It's much more pleasant, believe me.

But the Sunday night pizza I made after I got home and dried out was one of my best ever, so I was able to forget about the afternoon.

Speaking of my neighbors, Tim has had his surgery and is feeling better, but they still don't know whether that tumor was benign or malignant. The doctors think he'll be home this week.

Michael claims the rains will now stop, because he's purchased a coat for the first time in years. I hope he's right....