It's Wednesday, But It's Not Wordless

I knew exactly the picture I was going to use for Wordless Wednesday. I wanted to show Kylie's new favorite method of transportation from the upstairs to the downstairs, which is sliding down the banister. However, I've yet to take this picture.

I was at Target this morning... It just occurred to me how many days I could start a post like that. A lot. Anyhoo, I was at Target this morning, because two bullying friends of mine forced me to go and shop with them. Ok, that's not exactly true. It was more like a text from Jen:

"I'm meeting K at Target, want to come?"

Me, texting back:

"Sure."

Because I'm all about the one-word texts. I hate texting, I'm painfully slow at it, and if it's going to require more than one back and forth, just freaking call me already. But questions that require a singular answer are ok. I was just going to go home and be all housewifely (and by housewifely, I mean I was going to throw in a load of laundry, then sprawl on my bed to watch me some 90210 on the TiFaux...Donna and David's wedding! I know, there's something very wrong with me) but no, I end up spending $22 at Target instead. I swear, you two are a bad influence on me.

While I was there, I saw these little red stretch pants with silver hearts that you would assume were for Valentine's day, but they were on clearance? Weird. In any case, I didn't buy them. That is, until Kylie got out of preschool, and she informed me that tonight at Awana is Crazy Pants Night. Yes, I said Crazy Pants Night. My mom takes her to Awana on Wednesday nights and is her Sparky leader. I am at work, so I have no part in the process. I'm a little freaked out at the intensity of the brainwashing verse memorization thing for a 5 year-old, but that's a whole other post.

I remembered the red heart pants and thought they would be nice for Crazy Pants Night, so I asked Kylie if she wanted to go look at them. She said yes, and she also said she was hungry. I knew I'd end up at the snack bar getting a personal pizza for her, but that's ok. So we went, got the pants, and some kid-scissors (52 cents!), then went to the snack bar for her lunch. We're sitting there, she's eating her pizza, and I'm watching people walk by.

Hey, I know that lady...she's the mom of a girl Danni went to elementary school with. Had she looked my way, I would have waved, and she would have waved back. But she didn't. Older couple pushing a cart, a mom with a baby in the front of her cart, big doofus wearing a backpack...HOLY CRAP! It's Game Stop Boy! He's following me! I put my head down quickly, hoping he wouldn't recognize me.

He didn't, of course...he was ambling by in his own little world. It occurs to me that Game Stop is in the same strip mall with the Target, about three doors down. Heh, I love that band. It just never occurred to me that it would be THAT store he worked at. Although, since the mall where I had the traffic class is just across the street, it's not too surprising.

Damn! Now I'm being stalked by Game Stop Boy! Will this madness ever end? What's next? Angry Guy shows up at the weekly Sit 'n Bitch? The bastards are closing in on me!

"One toke over the line, sweet Jesus, one toke over the line..."

Completely unrelated, here's a little tip for you. If your mom happens to be over at your house, and you happen to be doing some laundry, don't complain to her that your kids suck at putting their laundry away. Don't tell her that you might as well just do it yourself, because if you leave a stack of clothes on their beds for them to put away, they will push it onto the floor when it's time to go to sleep, and then the pile will sit there for all eternity, or at least until you yell and they decide the clean clothes have become dirty and throw them back in the laundry basket. Don't tell her that, because she will laugh in your face and make a snide comment about paybacks.

Or maybe that's just my mom. And then she tells me it's not even Crazy Pants Night. It's Backwards Night. How apropos.