It’s Wednesday night, let me tell you about my weekend.
So I may have timing issues. Anyways.
Saturday was the day after my sister’s birthday and we were gonna go shopping. She came over to pick me up and I handed her a container full of pretty, freshly baked peanut butter cookies and a handknit scarf (Mmmmalabrigo).
We went on our merry way to Target, which is where the bulk of this story will take place.
We wandered Target, got some lovely little items and some formula for Lily. After shopping, we decided to grab some personal pan pizzas from the Pizza Hut inside the store.
I dropped pizza down my front. Now, you may not know this, but I have a long-held tradition of dropping food down my front while I eat. Depending on my mood, I blame it on my Mom (who does the same thing), my clumsiness (see my life) or my rack (let’s just say I go to a specialty store for my bras and leave it at that).
Next, I offer to hold Lily so Jess can eat her pizza. Unfortunately, Lily had peed through her diaper, so Jess had two lovely potty stains on her jeans. Who said being a mom isn’t glamourous?
We finished up, deciding to stop by my place and then J’s place so we could change into clothes that had not been stained or touched by pee.
Got to the car and couldn’t get in. Why? Keys were inside the car.
Called Aaron, who had to leave his Guard unit so he could come let us into the car with the spare key.
While we were waiting, Lily spit up sweet potatoes down J’s shirt. Because Jess hadn’t been quite foul enough, apparently.
I noticed that a lot of Target representatives were standing around. I was about to point it out and make idle conversation with Jess about how it must be nice to be paid to stand about staring at the parking lot when a cop car cruised down our aisle.
“Aha! A shoplifter!” I said to myself.
Well, until the fire truck showed up. And then another cop car. And then an ambulance.
By this time, we were in gawking mode. It seems that someone had some sort of medical emergency in the parking lot. We weren’t quite nosy enough to wander over to find out what was happening, but the possibility of doing so was discussed.
So, now that four vehicles with flashing lights are in the Target parking lot, Aaron shows up to let us in to the car. Did I mention this is the Target where a girl was kidnapped from the parking lot? And then was later found quite dead? Yeah. He was a bit concerned, but glad to see we were okay.
Moral of the story? Don’t go to Target with me and Jess or you will end up in the parking lot with stains down your front, wishing you could get into the car.