So there I was, pushing a shopping cart full of pumpkins, Grace in tow... when it happened. I hurt someone with my the power of my mind. Well... to be honest, I'm still not sure if it was my mind or my boobs, but either way, it was pretty cool.

I would like to make it clear that I am in no way dressed like a dirty 'ho. I am wearing a ribbed, turtleneck sweater, jeans and black boots. We're talking soccer mom here. (shudder)

So anyway... there we were, my daughter and I walking through the Halloween section, when a young man/stock boy comes walking the other direction. I notice that he is very clearly staring at my breasts. I lock my gaze on his, wondering how long it's going to take him to stop undressing me with his filthy, underage eyes. "Get a good look there, jerk-off?" I thought. Just then, he plowed straight into a costume display. I mean, he crashed, face first into a shelf of Halloween makeup, devil horns, bloody zombie masks... etc. It was hilarious! Then I realized... I hurt someone with the power of my mind... er boobs.. umm.. I'm still not sure which. But my point is, this is totally going to change my life!!