So, I Shall Go to Target

The Butcher still has his hair, so I guess I owe y’all a bottle of shampoo, which we still don’t have, but I promise to pick up at Target.  I will just need a count of how many people I owe shampoo to.  So, everyone, raise your hand so I can get a count.

Anyway, I am picking the Butcher up some clippers, so I kind of win the bet, too, because he would have been bald yesterday if he could have.  So, I guess that means, when you go to the store, if you intend to buy me shampoo, but don’t, we’ll be even.

I told the Butcher he’ll have to wait until I was sure I wasn’t going to have a repeat of last month before I left the house.

He cracks me up.  He’s all, “Damn.” and then he sits thoughtfully for a second and says, “If that happens, you should just lay down and shut your eyes, and wait for the paramedics.  Who’s going to question a woman laying in Target in a puddle of blood?”

Who indeed?

Lord knows that’s just the kind of thing I want to explain to the first-responders.

“No, no.  Everything’s fine.  I’m just too mortified to move from this place.”

Ha, I know it’s exactly these kinds of posts that keep you coming back to Tiny Cat Pants.

4 thoughts on “So, I Shall Go to Target

  1. The cool and evil thing about where I live is that Target is around the corner. I mean a 5 minute walk away around the corner.

    See. Cool but evil.

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