The power is shifting

I fear that the little paisley cloud that hung over my head has shifted to Brian. This weekend we went to Target. We split up when we got there- he headed to the men's section and I went to housewares. We met up in the rug aisle a little later. We looked at curtains and then as we were moseying up the towel aisle, Brian suddenly says "WHAT is that animal thing in our cart?" thinking I had slipped something cat related in while he wasn't looking. Turned out is was a leopard print blanket. And some men's undershirts. Neither of which belonged to us. With my curtains on top.

So somewhere between the boxer shorts and the clearance drapes, Brian swiped someone's cart. Now, I don't feel too bad- I'm hoping that we discouraged whoever it was from actually PURCHASING and displaying said leopard print blanket in their home. But still, we have no idea where he got this cart, where are cart went and who the original cart belonged to since we seemed to be pretty much on our own in the housewares section.

Point being that even though I feel like weird stuff hasn't really been happening with such frequency, it may have just transferred to Brian. This can't be good...