The college student has flown the coop and as I type this, is driving up to Cache Valley to his new crappy apartment that he'll share with five other guys (one bathroom) and probably some hidden tarantulas and such.
I just returned from Target, where I threw money at the situation, in essence giving him his very own wedding shower, but without the fiance.
Pots and pans, dishes, utensils, irons and boards and scissors and pens. Paper and towels and blankets and lotion and pillows and bread and butter and Coke. WHO KNEW, PEOPLE?! Seriously.
Anyway, I need a volunteer to keep me delighted and joyful. Code for shopping partner. Apply in the comment section. I'll pick you up in 30.