Err- runs

Don't you hate it when you buy something and it's not the:

--right size

--right color

--right quality

--one you thought it was

--thing your husband said to get

--whatever

--?????

Then, you're stuck with the damn thing until you can return it.  That is, if you can get it back in the packaging.  Or find the receipt.  Or are going in that vicinity in the next two years.

Ideally, one ought to plan these returns in order to preserve time and gas.  Ha.  I never seem to quite get it right, either forgetting the receipt, spacing out my intentions, or someone will borrow the car, taking the thing(s) out of the back seat and placing them who-knows-where.  Or I do.  I then discover them months later, with faded receipt and now-unreturnable merchandise.

That's why I call them Err-runs.