I'm a Dork

After work last Thursday, I went to the salon to get my hair cut and colored.  Since I was already going to be out past Nate's bedtime, Lee said I should do something fun while I was out.  Yippee!  I'm in desperate need of jeans that actually fit my body so I went to Marshall's here in Burbank.  I tried on some jeans and a couple sweaters -- found a pair of dark jeans that fit nicely and only needed to be hemmed.  I paid for my new jeans and then went next door to Target to browse their purses.  Nothing caught my eye so I said goodbye to Target, got in my car, and headed home.  It was now almost 9pm and I hadn't eaten dinner, so when I spotted Burger King a couple blocks away I turned into the drive-thru.  As I was placing my order and scrounging around in my purse/wallet, I felt something on my shirt.  When I looked down I discovered that there was a giant rectangular sticker on the front of my shirt, right above my waist.  Thinking back to the night, I realized that while I was waiting in line at Marshall's a sticker from the jeans I was holding inadvertantly got stuck on my tummy.  So, yes, I wandered around Target and the parking lot of the Empire Centre looking like this:

The sticker says in big letters "stomach flattering front panels."  Lovely.