... where things are ruined before they are barely started
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
When I was little, I used to like to walk through/into clothes racks at the store.
Sometimes I'd hide, sometimes I'd just run around. One time, I accidentally knocked over a huge rack of jeans. That was the end of my clothes-rack spelunking. Once caused my hysteria-prone mother a near breakdown by hiding particularly well. Reason #57 why I won't have kids - payback is a b###h.