I have a love/hate relationship with this stinking store.
I go through periods where I boycott it completely.
Then I get birthday money and they have a cut-throat clearance.
All of a sudden I own $3 deer face knobs.
In other news, Jane calls Cheerios “Chipoos.”
Also, I don’t care for the word bucolic.
There’s just something about it.
Apparently there’s a thriving coyote population in our neighborhood.
Washing and drying sheets does not get the wrinkles out.
Hanging them as curtains doesn’t smooth them out either.
And this morning I realized I don’t want to be a stay at home wife,
but I’d like to have one.
It was a freeing thought.