Scenes from the Weekend and Stealing

[above] Yogenfruz @ the Kaneohe Mall. Also where I upgraded my GET-TOE blackberry to the iPhone 4, thank the heavens!

[above] My sleeping pups (both of them!). Swede looks pretty innocent huh? Until you look below and see the sweet little koala toy he beheaded!

[below] We went to the Haunted Lagoon. This is what our faces looked like the entire time:

[above] Us at the Haunted Lagoon. Aaron says their is a ghost in this picture. Upper right hand corner. Note the orb of light.

[below] Alicia and I after our haunted lagoon ride. This year was just as exciting/scary as last year. It did not disappoint.

Now, let's talk about the [above] picture. Over the weekend, I spent the last of some birthday money I had laying around on a sweater. Sales girl forgot to take the ink tag off, which apparently wasn't a sensor because I got all the way home without noticing. I was super frustrated when I finally noticed they had forgotten to take it off because the store was over a two hour round trip endeavor and I really didn't fell like driving all the way back to have them remove it in .5 seconds.

So what did I do? The natural thing, I asked facebook, then youtube how to remove ink tags. It was pretty simple and with the help of my husband, the ink tag was off in no time, and there was no ink explosion. My sweater was safe and sound.

Quite a few people [on facebook] responded that when they first saw the above picture, they thought I had stolen something.

Do I look like the stealing type? Really people? Really? Me, a kleptomaniac?? I think not.

And that got me thinking back on my 25 years of life, trying to remember if I HAD ever stolen something.

One incident popped to mind.

I had to have been under 12 yrs old--My friend and I used to go into grocery stores (usually while our Mom (s) where off shopping), look at the teen gossip magazines, rip out all the pictures of JTT we could find, you know, this guy:

put the magazine back on the shelf, stuff the ripped out pictures into our pockets, and take them home to glue into our JTT scrapbooks. Because, of course, I was destined to marry JTT because our birthday's were in the same month, and I needed to keep track of his movements if I was going to marry him.

I'm not even joking. Being an adult now, I realize that-that probably wasn't the best idea, but at the time, I didn't really understand it was wrong because I wasn't actually taking the magazine from the store. I'm sorry if you ever bought a magazine and pictures where ripped out. It was probably me and my friend.

Do you still think I'm a dangerous kleptomaniac? I need to be locked up.