about an hour ago, the skies opened up above fort worth and let out a downpour of rain and lightning. in a panic, i raced home to let norman inside. i was soaked from head to toe. i think something snapped, because the last hour is a blur.
before heading back to work, hair dripping, clothes looking like i just stepped out of the shower, i made an impulsive trip to target. why? i'm not sure why. i didn't need anything from target (see how tight my rubber-band of emotions are, i was stressed b/c of a storm, i'm like a puppy). so anyway, remember that scene in father of the bride (yes, i know my audience)when steve martin gets stressed out in the grocery store over hot dog buns and ends up in jail?

- front porch mat that reads "woof"
- bright blue sports bra (after all, i only have 45 of those things)
- two grey t-shirts (again, probably have 15 grey t's, so i definitely needed more)
- lipstick and lipliner (when do i wear lipstick?)
- some sort of magical tan lotion (i don't wear sunscreen, why do i need self tanner)
now i'm back at work. satisfied and feeling very wasteful. good times.
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