We went on a little shopping trip this past weekend. (Shows you how lazy I've been that I'm only now getting around to writing about it.) We mounted our four-cylinder steed and trekked an hour south to the nearest city with decent shopping.

I started the day with a head full of ideas. "I want to look for this, pick up that, get one of those, and I should check out the price on that other thing…"

Yeah, didn't work out for me. Everything I wanted I either could not find or forgot to look for. I was hoping to come home with a fistful of goodies. I finished the day with only an unexpected find: a bargain bin copy of 200 Cigarettes.

That's not enough to satisfy. Amazon to the rescue!

I got some Walking Dead, some Green Arrow, and some Death. (That sounds weird, doesn't it? "I got some Death?")

I feel much better now.

Oh, and I bought a birthday present for Sister too.

In other news, Pajama Pants has moved away. I was wondering why I hadn't seen her at The Chicken's bus stop for a week or two. I ran into her last night and asked her if she'd changed bus stops.

It turns out that, yes, she has changed bus stops. Sort of. She moved to a different city. She says her boyfriend turned violent so she had him arrested and left. Good for her.