On Sunday, Epsilon embraced his inner American commercialism and demanded to go shopping. His father had already gone to the groceries to pick up a few things, so I thought "Sunday's as good a day as any to run those errands." I pack him in the car seat to go to Target.
The store's parking garage is closed off. But I checked the hours on line. The store should be open by now?!
I drive to the Office Max on the next block to find its lights out too. What's up with this Sunday? .... Oh
I always forget Easter. Christmas never sneaks up on me. I usually ignore the commercials until about the 18th, when they grow louder and start counting down the days.
The store's parking garage is closed off. But I checked the hours on line. The store should be open by now?!
I drive to the Office Max on the next block to find its lights out too. What's up with this Sunday? .... Oh
I always forget Easter. Christmas never sneaks up on me. I usually ignore the commercials until about the 18th, when they grow louder and start counting down the days.
Happy blogoversary!!!!
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