Wait, was it always like this? Surely not. Spencer’s didn’t use to be this far out there, did it? When did it switch from fart jokes to actual bondage sex toys? I had to go in one when I went to a mall with one of the kids, and I was honestly surprised at how far they have pushed the envelope these days. I guess the sophomoric humor of my generation just seems quaint now.
I worked far outside my supply of spoons today. At first, it was just going to be a quick trip to King Soopers for fillings for crepes. Then I checked my pantry, and discovered I was low on cassava flour for them, so I had to add in a trip to the natural foods store for that. And I added in a donation drop off at the thrift store, and then I just went crazy and said I’d check Target for Kansas City t-shirts to wear to the party next week. After driving myself all over town and making a fancy brunch, I threw all caution to the wind, and went with one of the girls to the giant mall that’s in that no-man’s land between Broomfield, Westminster, and Louisville. I have no idea which city actually claims it. I finally found a Chiefs t-shirt there, but I walked miles to be able to find it. I’m going to pay for it tomorrow.
Within five feet of each other at Spencer’s were conflicting but corresponding messages. I just don’t know where to go with it. I just took pictures and sent them to the daughter who stayed home. They kind of encompass my whole impression of that store now.
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