More Fun at Target
Chad and I were in Target today. (Legitimate mission. Chad needed something -- in fact, it was his idea to go there. All I got was a Pepsi.)
ANYWAY, I spotted her again. The plain-clothes cop. Except she saw me looking at her, which was kind of embarrassing. I just think her job would be so cool. Getting paid to walk around Target all day and occasionally wrestling some punk to the ground. There are worse ways to spend your day.
My favorite recent Target purchase: Matching T-shirts for the girls that say, "Everyone Loves a Blue-Eyed Girl." They have the brown-eyed version, too, for you people like Carol who have brown-eyed girls.
That just reminded me. The other day Julia and I were talking about different eye colors and I started singing "Don't it make my brown eyes blue..." She said, "That's not correct grammar."