I went to the Old Navy and got some jeans at midnight.
Literally, parked my car at 11:51pm, and walked into the mall.
Waited for the gate thing to roll up, walked in, grabbed two pair.
Sweetheart. Size 6. Short.
Light & Dark.
I love knowing that I can walk in and buy that exact mix, and it will be perfect.... I guess the hell I went though trying to buy jeans in high school has been redeemed, because it's finally easy for me. I don't even try jeans on any where else....
Check Out.
Back IN my car at 12:06am.
Success.
The rest of the day.... not so much. I came home and slept for a few more hours before the 'morning' sale's started....
Literally the only thing I got that I needed to get was a memory card.
Every present I had planned to buy didn't happen....
Crap.
I'm adopted, he's in the Air Force, and all we really want is family. After 8 miscarriages, and one failed adoption, this blog is a journal through infertility, adoption, and now parenthood, now that Isaac has filled our baby carriage, and it's about to be filled again with a surprise, successful (so far) pregnancy! It's sometimes blunt, sometimes improper, but always real. This is our story.
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