I went to KMart today, and when I was looking at the furniture (yeah, I'm all about quality), there was a cart in front of a cupboard I wanted to look at. I started to move it, then jumped back as if shocked. Inside was the cutest little baby ever, sound asleep.
I looked around, wondering to whom this angel belonged (they're all angels when they're asleep), and saw a woman across the way. I said loudly, "I'm going to move your cart just a little bit." She didn't even notice I was standing there with my hands on the cart holding her child.
Now, he was cute. I don't mean just a little, he was CUTE. Adorable. And at only two months, he wasn't really imprinted to her, so if I just walked away with him he'd never even know that I wasn't his mother. His skin tone is about what I expect if Dayton and I have a child.
And then I remembered about the "little yellow tinkles" (I think that's what Tiff called them on her blog), and I'm pretty sure it was a boy, so I just looked at the furniture.
OK, so I didn't really think all those things. Besides, KMart would be the cheapest place to buy diapers and formula, besides that UNNAMED PLACE, and I couldn't exactly steal the kid and then go back in for supplies. And honestly, I like 'em better after they're potty trained.
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Huh! And all I did today while shopping was act like a baby...meaning buy just about anything I wanted, up to and including "shea butter" (as opposed to "he butter"?) and tourmeline-charged eye cream. For which I was rewarded with a sample of bust cream (How did they decide to give me that particular sample?).
But the Santa Ana winds are strong, the pay day recent, and I suppose sometimes a girl just wants to lube it up.
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