The Cuteboyrandy Saga Continues.

So today my mother and I returned to Hobby Lobby to buy the third christmas tree for our home. I saw cuteboyrandy coming my way the minute I walked in the door, so I made the usual "obvious eye-contact" so that he will know I still think he's cute. After all, I do have a segment of blogs dedicated to him, in which he is referred to as "cuteboyrandy." So we go about our regular Hobby Lobby shopping routine, and I keep my eye on him throughout. Eventually, after much indecision and quarrelling, we make our way to the checkout with our desired items, where cuteboyrandy awaits the next call for a Christmas-Tree-Getter (although we musn't forget about the all-knowing-has-no-life-other-than-harrassing-cuteboyrandy's-potential-girlfriends-and-is-somehow-on-every-isle-of-Hobby-Lobby-at-the-same-time manager man). I notice, as I glance from afar, that he is talking with his co-worker, and descretely looking at me at the same time. Unfortunately for cuteboyrandy, it seems that his co-worker is terrible at talking about people discretely, as she continues to point at me as their conversation goes on. Secretly, I am very excited, because there is no indication that he is in any way repulsed by me, which is always a good sign.

As I was engaged in my "cuteboyrandy-observation," my mother had become displeased with her selections and decided not to make the purchase, so I was forced to breifly turn my attention away from him. When I looked back, he was gone. Off into the night...
to gather up baskets from the parking lot.