Today a really big, big super amazing thing happened. I went to Target. I was looking for a bathing suit. Just typing that sentence fills my brain with doom. I wanted something new for an upcoming trip, but knew that, as in most cases, my choices would be limited, as my booty tends to take up a little more space than the average gal... and Target just doesn't dress those gals apparently.

But then, this miracle happened. I found a suit ON CLEARANCE- 2 tops and 1 bottom that matched. 1 of the tops was too big (say what?), and the only one left was the RIGHT SIZE. So I figured I might as well spend a few hundred on some lottery tickets right then and there. (but I didn't... I bought a bottle of water and some contact solution to celebrate.   oh, and I bought the suit, too.)

In the midst of this joy, I decided to try my luck at the mall to return some stuff from a particularly adventurous and regretful trip to Old Navy. While the line nearly wrapped around the store, it went fast. As I was walking out, I was behind a couple who was (V-E-R-Y S-L-O-W-L-Y) walking through the mall. If I had to guess, they were in their 70s or 80s. But they were holding hands. And my heart just melted a little bit. I had a hard time with that instinct to take a picture of them... I figured I'd respect their moment, even though they probably would have no idea.

Today's blog is just a little light, and probably not a "page-turner", but I'm still trying to get myself back into this thing. I have thoughts throughout the day of things I want to blog about, but I also have the memory of a butterfly. The only reason I'm actually sitting down and remembering to blog now is because I just got a pedicure and really can't go finish up my few thousand steps to win my fit-bit challenge, or else my polish will chip. These are real problems, guys.