moo

My brother Jack is getting married this week.  Which means I needed a dress.  Which means I had to go shopping.

So my mom and I went to the Dress Barn.  The Dress Barn ...

I would like to meet the person who chose to include the word "barn" in the name of a clothing store for women.  I wonder about his (and I say his because I am positive that it was no woman) critical thinking skills.  I mean, why would he think that such a name would attract customers?  The name inspires thoughts of farm animals and manure while simultaneously insulting any customers who are sensitive about their weight.

At the Dress Barn, you can't help but moo (which I'm sure doesn't help keep the customers in the store).  It's just weird.

What really doesn't help is the fact that I am literally being milked every night.  Literally.  Moo.