On my lunch break yesterday, I made a couple of stops at local retailers in search of a new microwave oven. One of my visits was to my home away from home, Target. When I got out of my car, I noticed a HOT girl getting out of her car a row over. Then I realized that she looked familiar. Then I realized that she was my wife. She was going to her home away from home to pick up some stuff for the boy, neither of us knew that the other was going to Target. It was a fun chance meeting, but that's not what this story is about.

Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I was talking with the wife about random stuff. Then I was like, "Oh yeah! I went to Target this afternoon and -- "

I got that far before I realized that I was about to tell her that I ran into HER at Target earlier in the day. Clearly, my brain is being overworked and needs a vacation.

(Oh, and no word yet from the neighbors on their trick-or-treater count. I'm calling that a victory.)