If You are Going to Bust me, Can I keep the Handcuffs?

Last night as I was getting all comfortable and finishing up my book my mother calls and wants me to drive her to the store. Being the most awesomist (It’s a word I swear) daughter I tell her yes but I am in my pjs so I am not going in the store. I know it’s not a big deal to go to the store in your pajamas everyone does it these days. But I hate doing it every time I do I end up running in to someone I know and its never in my cute lounging pjs its always the old ratty flannel ones.

So after dropping my mom off at the door I circle around the parking lot looking for a place to park that allows me to keep my eye on the door. But it appears everyone in town was at the store yesterday at 5:30PM (Don’t ask why I was in my pjs that early its for me to know and blog about at a later date). So I start circling the parking lot and circling and circling and circling. I can’t decide if it looks more like I am stalking someone or trying to land a plane when I notice what can only be a drug deal going down.

Then it occurs to me my actions are those of someone looking to score some thing other than a gallon of milk at the store. Add in my slightly unkempt look and that I am sniffing a bottle of Vicks Vapor Rub like it is my drug of choice, I know its only a matter of moments before either a local dealer approaches my car or drug task force starts monitoring my every move ready to make a drug bust.

Cold medicine always makes me a little paranoid.