It's my 35th high school reunion on Friday, and the only goal I made for myself was NOT to buy something at Chico's, because I know a whole boatload of people who make fun of middle aged ladies who buy their clothes at Chico's. Except somehow it was the first place I ended up. Also the last place. Read between the lines.
Dude. Pass me the estrogen and turn on the Oprah Show because. I. Am. There.
Did I mention I had an excellent turkey/cranberry sandwich at Hires the other day? WHO KNEW?