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Mom and I went to Target this morning and it was dangerous. :P I was doing okay until I did my toy aisle run. Found a Harry Potter thing for Mom (everyone else's Targets seemed loaded with Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff stuff but mine was all "Slytherin shit for everyone! And Gryffindor, I guess."), a few Hairdorable boxes (grabbed one), the last MLP Cutie Mark Crew thingie, and then I found the first wave of anniversary ponies. They had two boxes but they were the same character. Luckily it was Blossom who was either my first or second pony ever. Somewhere there's a picture of me playing on the steps with Blossom and Cotton Candy and they were probably my favorites til Firefly came along and even after all these years, I love them without question.

So yeah. I did some damage.

We came home and instead of the couch magically being better, it smelled worse. So. Much. Worse. See, Ozma had an...accident and I cleaned up what was left after Mom found it in the middle of the night and yeah. It was not pretty and I thought I'd leave the cushions and things out and let the whole thing air dry (fan on) and that was probably a bad idea. Alas, it rained last night so everything outside was too damp to just throw the cushions out there and let the sun have its way with it. Plus when we left it looked like it was going to rain, which is always a possibility with summer here.

Anyway.