Riot and Frolic

I don't look like a criminal, do I?

But here's the hole I said I wouldn't dig and the tomato plant I said I wouldn't plant.  I ate a popsicle before and after, so that makes up for the fib, right?

These are the nail polish I stole.  I kid you not.  I stole them.  Shoplifted.  I want to blame it on my nearly-three-year-old.  You know how that happens- you have the kids with you at the store and all of a sudden, you're at the checkout and the kid is playing with some little dollar section doodad.  I have always caught them before they actually steal.  Maybe I should take my mom shopping with me. 

I still feel bad whenever I go to this infiltrated store.  I want to turn myself in or "accidentally" overpay by $14.73.  I don't even like the colors that much.  That just makes it worse.  It really is an isolated incident.  I've never so much as stolen a candy bar or taken an extra penny from the penny dish at SuperAmerica.  Maybe it's like smoking or weed or tanning with baby oil:  things I really want to try even though I hear they're bad for you…  Okay, I've tried smoking.  Cigarettes! Cigarettes.  Don't judge.  

Unrelated, a friend of mine suggested that I had a schedule in place for my posts.  After she mentioned it, I realized I sort of did, but that maybe I should work one out.  So check it- I'm going to have a real full-fledged schedule starting next week.  Also, I have a fun new idea a-brewin'.  Oh yes. It involves Pinterest and crafts.  It will be neat.  

Can't believe I forgot about this on the first try!