we round the corner & run into an old teaching acquaintance. we catch up for a few minutes - blah blah blah... when all of a sudden 2 target manager type guys round the corner & politely ask us if we're finding everything we're looking for. i'm sure this was one of those times like when people ask you how you're doing... we all know they don't really want an honest answer - they just want a quick, polite response. but boy, did i unload. i said, "actually, no, i'm not finding everything." and proceeded to make a big spectacle of myself. (i'm sure all of these men that were present were a) feeling sorry for Garrett & b) screaming in their heads HORMONES!) i ended my rant with "but, i'll survive, don't worry about it." or something along those lines. they almost pissed me off when they asked if we'd looked on the shelves... and so i went into more of a tirade about reduced fat oreos (you already heard my schpeal) and they came back and apologized.
we continue to talk to my ol' friend... i thought i was done with the worker dudes. a few minutes later, they approach. worker guy #1 says, "we checked in the back to see if we have anything, and found a few packages... do you still want them?" and then guy #2 shows that he's got 3 packages in his hands. WOW. WAS I IMPRESSED. and a little sheepish.
but i took 2 of those packages, cause it's food supply, right? and i just wanted to spend more money at the target because if they're going to employ helpful, friendly employees - then i'll continue to do my best to help their business.
and we only ate one whole row of the double stuffs last night. now you might be thinking that is a lot, but you should know i did hold back. i could've easily finished off the whole package, on my own, without Garrett's help. do you feel sorry for him or what? i did a little for him last night. don't worry, when i'm emotional, i can't really stop it - but i'm at least sane enough to realize that i'm being ridiculous.
now... to the point of this post. goodnightnurse! this morning - i was trying to squeeze into my pants. could barely do it. these pants fit proper like in the beginning of january. but we've had so much fun since we got married (eating), i could barely squeeze my oinker into these guys this morning. immediately the thought that crossed my mind was "shit. those oreos last night didn't help this situation." so i say to garrett, "i need to lose weight. i can barely fit into my clothes." he says, "i know you want to lose weight & we can do that together, but i think you look beautiful!"
in other news - contacts today. good times. even did my hair!