Do you think this sweater will fit my cat?” The weary Target employee, already looking haggard with trying to be nice to customers in early November, gives me a dirty look. I can almost hear his thoughts coming through his dead retail eyes; Why the hell is this girl buying a sweater …
It just wouldn’t be Christmas if I wasn’t staring at a brown bottle of urine. In my dad’s defense it could actually be a bottle of Arizona iced tea in the trunk of his Chevy but knowing my dad and how he never stops for bathroom breaks, chances are good it might be …