Ode to Pants on Clearance

We ran out of cat food last night. I was hoping Spanky, our 12-year-old cat, could hold out until today for me to go to the store. But at 5 a.m. he was hungry, so out of sheer guilt I got up and scrambled him an egg. He took one sniff of it and walked away.

So as you can see, I was forced to go to Target this morning and get cat food. While I was there, I noticed a 75% Off sign. (Last time I saw one of these signs, I called my friend Carol at 8:30 a.m. to let her know about it. I restrained myself this time.)

Anyway, it was pants. Nice, cropped pants in different colors. For five bucks! I really liked the gold ones. But I had Jenna with me, and trying on anything with her around is dang near impossible. So I got the cat food and left. Yes, I checked out at Target with ONE THING in my cart. Then I took Jenna to school.

But I keep thinking about those pants. The problem is that I'm getting lots of work lately and I have SO much to do today. I have seven articles due for two different publications in the next eight days. I have to take advantage of every kid-free minute I have.

Since I can't go try on the pants today, I have written some more haiku. Enjoy.

Gold pants, oh, gold pants
You belong on my body
I'll come back for you