Panties in a Wad

Two nights ago, Robyn and I finally settled down long enough to watch Juno. I had heard great things about the movie, and was uberly excited to see it. Final consensus - great movie.

Last night, I had to run out to Target for a few random items. Upon exiting the house, Robyn asks me if I can look for bathingsuit bottoms in a certain pattern. The bottom piece she already had has never really fit, but she bought it anyway. Girls! I happily ensured her that I'll be on the hunt for that exact same pattern.

And with her bathingsuit bottoms wadded up in a ball, in the pocket of my purse, I totally felt like Bleeker. Only Robyn's bottoms weren't panties, weren't cotton, and surely weren't decorated with cherries.

PS - No such luck with new bottoms. The pattern is extinct. But, I did enjoy a quick giggle this morning when I got to work, opened up my purse, and there lay Robyn's balled-up bottoms.