You can have a Coke.

Over the weekend, Jacob and I visited our local DI for a little window shopping. I can't decide which was the best find:

Was it 1) the journal with a picture of Jesus on the cover that detailed, in 8- or 9-year-old handwriting, that "Colby is so smoken [sic] hot" and that "he is my man"? Or was it 2) the bag of creepy severed doll heads in the "craft" area?

So. Many. Questions.

(Sadly, we did not purchase either item. Jacob also vetoed the idea of purchasing the entire Richard Simmons' collection of Sweatin' to the Oldies. Way to crush all my hopes and dreams.)

:)