Walmart.
2 pm.
Saturday.
With screaming infant.
Grace will not be seeing the inside of another Walmart until she's 18.
. . . . Random thoughts about nothing in particular, executed with alternating fits of bitchiness and/or sentimentality.
. . . . Random thoughts about nothing in particular, executed with alternating fits of bitchiness and/or sentimentality.
8 comments:
I went to WalMart on Sunday. By myself. At about 4:00 PM. By the time I left, I felt like a screaming infant.
Crappy. I forgot the blessing. I am terrible.
I'll come over and bless her myself. I am so sorry I missed it. I forget about Sunday mornings having actual things to do sometimes. I generally sleep with abandon.
I'm so sorry! I'm SO SORRY!
It's a pity that you'll never get to experience your daughter throwing up an entire jar of sweet potatoes down your back in the Paradise. good times.
What blessing? No one invites me to church anymore...is it because you know I will burst into flames upon entering?
ooooh. I feel your pain. Unfortunately, I can't say it get's better -- just more articulate.
At least you don't have three kids trying to kill each other and simultaneously begging for every sparkly, sugary, flashy thing they see.
I will also say -- that while Walmart sucks in its own way -- it sucks worse to have to take a screaming infant to three different stores, rather than just one.
It's also harder when you live in a college town. I can't count how many times I've wanted to snap at some college girl giving me "a look": Yeah, I never thought I would be this either!
Wow, you got spammed!
I wanna go to Walmart with you sometime. I'll be good.
that was you guys?
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