Before you dive into this post, I’m going to ask that you play the below music while reading. Please. Do it for me.
Are you listening? Goooood.
My friends, I received an unsuspected phone call today. It was from my mother, who called to tell me that a package had arrived for me (I use my parents’ addy when I’m expecting a package…damn skeezy neighbors!). My first thought was, oh hey! That Make it Rain shirt I ordered already arrived! I told my mom it was probably my t-shirt and that I would be there tomorrow to pick it up.
But then, ladies and gentlemen, the sky cleared, the sun shone though and the birds began signing an epic tale as soon as my mom, with a hint of confusion, said:
“But Britt, it’s from Target.”
Target, you sly motherfuckers! A few days ago I wrote a post doubting I would ever see my Mass Effect 3 CE, but you pulled through. But you never, uh, sent me an email telling me you were, you know, shipping it. So I blame you.