This morning I got dressed quickly and was out the door earlier than normal due to a lot of errands I wanted to get done before lunch.
I drove to Edina, which for those not from around these parts, stereotypcially is one of the more affluent communities. I happened to be shopping in one of the areas that has - stereotypically - a more upscale clientele. Stereotypically they probably don't do 90% of their shopping at Target and Kohl's like I do each week and where I just happened to pick up a super-cute pair of jeans on the cheap.
I ran to four different stores there. One being in a large mall where, as an example, there is a baby store that sells teeny-tiny baby sweaters for around $90. You get the idea?
I was extremely proud of myself for getting my errands run and even making it to the grocery store to pick up some items for our turkey-day-dry-run happening tomorrow. I also got to the liquor store to pick up more items for next week.
I walked in the kitchen just as Mike was finishing up his lunch and getting ready to head downstairs for some meetings. As he walked away I heard him say, "Kerry..." then I heard him chuckle. I looked at him with a distressed face wondering what I possibly forgot on his list.
He reached down behind me and pulled off the 12 inch long sticker stating what size jeans I had bought from Kohl's.
As stated: classy.