The other day, "Would you like to go to Rutland with me Thursday morning?"
Now, remembering our last trip to the big city, I paused, and remained quiet. "Oh, don't worry. I just need you to pick out a calendar for Christmas, and I need to make one quick little stop for one thing."
While I shivered at that last phrase, I figured fine.
A few dollar stores. (One of which was a 20 minute 'quick stop')
A gas station to pick up something else.
The DVD/CD store I frequent. Which I was going to stop at anyways, but stopped at the one in the mall where most of these were, to try and knock out a stop. Oops.
Oh, and my calendar.
Just one little stop!