I have a problem. Three, actually.
1. There are a lot of cars here.
2. There are a lot of deer here.
3. I get way too attached to animals, even if the only time I've ever seen them is when they're lying on the side of the road, no longer of this world. Which happens far more frequently in Minneapolis than it does anywhere else I've lived.
This, admittedly, has led to some tearing up on my way to work at least two times.
But the other day, on my way to Target, there was some full on crying going on.
Because first I saw a dead deer on the side of the interstate. And then, just as I was willing myself not to cry and telling myself the deer was probably killed instantly and without pain, Sarah McLachlan's "ALL OF THESE PUPPIES WILL DIE" came on the radio. At least I think that's what it's called.
Tears. They happened.
No enthusiastic Target lady could cheer me up that day. The gold nail polish, apple caramel swirl cinnamon toast, and chunky sweater certainly helped, though.
Not that I went to Target for any of those things.