THE REBEL IN ME... YIKES.

This is a story about shoplifting. (Please keep reading while I explain myself).

It all started Holy War morning. I had family pictures at 5:30 and didn't have anything to fit the colors that were chosen. I had searched on and off the previous weeks, but nothing. So at about 8:30 I woke up and continued my search. I forgot my phone at home and had no make-up on (this will give you an idea of how not put together I was that day). So, I started out at a store that seemed like it would have potential family photo outfit candidates. I was right, there were some cute sweaters. I decided to try them on and none were up to par. 

Frustrated, I left that store and drove to another one. After searching the 2nd store for about a half an hour I gathered my likes and headed to try them on. I entered the dressing room and here is where the funny stuff happened, I unzipped my jacket that I left my house wearing, to find a new and strange blue tank underneath... First, confusion. Second, GASP! That was the tank I had tried on with the sweaters at the previous store. I almost died right there in my favorite store. I ran out of the dressing room now with full knowledge of what I had done... Unknowingly walked out of the store with their un-purchased merchandise. 

I wanted to run right back to the first store to return my blue exaltation killer, but my imagination got the best of me and I pictured myself going to return it and the security team at the store just waiting for me as I pull up, from there they would take me into a dark room and interagate me as I plead for sympathy that it really was an dumb accident. I also thought that because I had no cell phone they could hold me prisoner as long as they wanted and Jake would never know... So I added a stop at my house where my husband was soundly sleeping. I ran in screaming that I had accidentally stolen a tank top as I ripped off my jacket so he could see that unholy piece of clothing, tag and all. He bursted out laughing... I didn't think it was as amusing. Slowly he got up and got dressed to help me out of the mess I had created. My sweet husband returned to the store with me slouching in the car and walked in and placed the tank back where I had found it. No cops, no interigation rooms, nothing. Thankfully. But on an even brighter note, I got to watch the UTES win, while I sit in the middle of a bunch of BYU fanatics. Ha ha bliss.

p.s. Don't judge me.