Any of you ever get want to slap yourselves when you lose the receipt on something you need to return? 
I know I've said I hate to in person shop. But seriously - I can't stand it. Not even a little. So when I do force myself to go, I tend to wander the mall wide eyed and distraught like a lost soul in Purgatory. During this latest painful pilgrimage, I purchased a white button down shirt from the Gap. My skull was obviously inhabited by an alien brain because I don't shop at the Gap and I don't wear button down shirts.
Sooooo...huh?
Anyway. I come out of my extra terrestrial fog and "see" the shirt. Back it needs to go. But where is the receipt. No idea. I always put them in a pouch in my bag. It's not anywhere.
Soooo...it looks like I have a shirt.

I know I've said I hate to in person shop. But seriously - I can't stand it. Not even a little. So when I do force myself to go, I tend to wander the mall wide eyed and distraught like a lost soul in Purgatory. During this latest painful pilgrimage, I purchased a white button down shirt from the Gap. My skull was obviously inhabited by an alien brain because I don't shop at the Gap and I don't wear button down shirts.

Anyway. I come out of my extra terrestrial fog and "see" the shirt. Back it needs to go. But where is the receipt. No idea. I always put them in a pouch in my bag. It's not anywhere.
Soooo...it looks like I have a shirt.
