Don't be angry with me. Don't be pissed. But I could not avoid it. It was something that just HAD to be done. Seeing as that's how it was when I got home with it. Talk about being pissed! Let me set this up and you tell me if you know what it is I refer to...
Ok.. so I'm sitting home, bored to tears. I think, "Hey, yeah, that's it," and go rushing out of the house. I drive four blocks, park, go inside, and begin browsing, trying to decide what I want to feel like after I get this home and see it. So many emotions to deal with. I am now looking over my shoulder, feeling flush. I keep looking around wondering who's watching me. I pick one, then, no, put it back. I select another, and quite contently get in line. I take out my wallet, give the cashier what she wants, and get back in my car, drive the four blocks home, rush back inside, and open the bag and... OH NO!!!!!!! The last person who had this did not do something punishable by death before he/she brought it back.
Ok, guys. What did I go get? How did I find it when I got home? And what did I do to it before I brought it back?
*grin*
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