Today while Avery and I were at the store, I saw a girl wearing a pink camouflage miniskirt.

Seriously? Camouflage miniskirt? This doesn't seem like approved combat attire. I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure this girl wasn't on furlough from Iraq and wandering the aisles at Target during the wild and crazy free time that is her shore leave. And pink camouflage only works if you're hiding in a tree in Ueno Park during hanami in April. (Dennis Miller I am not, but roll with it.)

Let's face it -- if you're wearing a pink camouflage miniskirt, there ain't nothin' under there that you're really trying to hide from anybody.

Then again, I didn't actually see her until I'd accidentally body-checked her into the greeting cards. My bad.