I love a little anticipation. There's nothing like getting your hopes all wound around something that makes you lick your lips because you can almost taste the excitement.
But it's a little weird when you get anticipate...nothing? Well, not nothing, exactly. It's something. But it's a something you can't put your finger on.
I'm excited for something. I got home today and found myself oddly excited for...well, you get it. For something that hasn't happened. The feeling is so far beyond hope and I don't know how else to identify it. Am I the only one camping out on this limb?
On another note, my orders from Target have started arriving. Today I received the baskets for my entertainment center (YAY!). They are super cute and look so organized in there. Next, I have tables and something for my laundry room showing up. I'm PUMPED.
If you read Wednesday Hodgepodge, you'll know that I once walked around Target with my dress tucked in the back of my pantyhose. Generally, I say something that ends up being super embarrassing. This was the time I managed to DO something.
A Target employee was kind enough to rectify the problem for me. But not before I walked around the entire store. And not before I thought I was going to be raped by the person who walked up behind me.
But this is one of the major reasons I no longer wear pantyhose. Ever.