Ah, early summer, the time we transition from complaining about it not being warm enough to complaining that its too dang hot.
I nearly gave my mom a heart attack yesterday. We had the following phone conversation:
Mom: What are you doing?
Me: I’m in Gabe’s*.
Mom: YOU’RE ENGAGED?!?!?!?
*Gabe’s a regional discount clothing/housewares store that’s a favorite to the locals, particularly poor reporters like me.
Some days, the only thing that keeps me away from Walmart in my PJs is the thought of all those camera phones.