Stop! Thief!

So, this weekend, M. and I went to Target to do some Christmas shopping, and we're not in the store 5 minutes when someone took our cart, which, by the way, had about 3 or 4 items in it, and we were only about 20 feet away from the cart corral. So, M. grabs another cart and we shop, shop, shop, and we're in the home stretch. We're looking at an item for my brother (wow, I could totally tell you what it is because he's probably like, never read my blog. Ok - it's a headlight flashlight! Don't tell him!) and we turn around, and our cart is gone AGAIN! And we're like, WTF!?! And, I'm telling you, there's a fair amount of stuff in it now. So, we're standing there, all, you know, agog, and then I'm like, IT'S ON! And I say, loudly, "People! Who took our cart!?" and this employee was really nice and helped me look for it, although, when he asked me what was in it, all I could say was, "I don't know. Just a bunch of stuff." So we're walking around looking suspiciously in everyone's carts. Just after I gave up, I see our cart, not far from where we left it, although some of the stuff is gone. So, M. and I reclaim it, and then we see a little pile of the rest of the stuff, laying at the bottom of a shelf.

You know what happened? Someone must have stolen our cart, and then started dumping our stuff out on the ground, because they were too lazy to walk to the front of the store and get their own cart, and then when I started making a stink, they abandoned their evil deed. Do you know what kind of person would do that? Only a person with a black heart. Soulless, and completely depraved.

Got to see one of my BFs twice in the last week. We both gave each other Thanksgiving presents in the form of oranges - mine to her was a sugar bowl, and hers to me was handmade marzipan. We're soulmates.