I die
Thanksgiving was great, my Costco pumpkin pie was well-received, and The Pink Stuff looked just like an oozing brain as it melted on its platter all afternoon.
Because I was awake uncharacteristically late on the night of Thanksgiving, I decided to drop in to Old Navy when it opened at midnight. But when I pulled into the parking lot and saw the line of several hundred people stretched out from the door, I just kept on going. Went back the next day at 11am and had a perfectly pleasant time with other pleasant people who did not try to slap me or steal my stuff.
Which is a good thing, because I snagged the last little wool peacoat in the Tiny Dark Lord's size, and I would have fought somebody over it.
Behold:
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
5 comments:
Clearly, the shopping gods were smiling upon you. Super cute!
I bought Ella a little ruffly-neck dress coat at Old Navy a couple of weeks ago and she wore it today for the first time. I DIED.
Jansen, I KNOW that coat. I bought the last one for my niece!
I mean Janssen. I domknow how to spell your name.
And Bebe McGooch, it was the pictures of your sweet little guy in his jacket that made me realize my boy (read: I) needed one.
I DO know how to spell her name. GOSH iPad keyboard.
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