This is what my dear sweet boy told me Monday night. He said, " Mommy, you need to go to the Wal-mart's and det me sum Trismas Tree Takes and Ginnnggerbread(he says it like he's been drinking too much egg nog, the alcohol version) Tooties." Translation: Go to Wal-mart and get me some Christmas Tree Cakes and Gingerbread Cookies...of the Little Debbie Variety. I thought it was cute, but not cute enough to go to Wal-mart on a Monday night. It ended up, that I had to go to the doctor on Wednesday. I sound like I've been a chain smoker for 47.2 years. FYI: I've never smoked a day in my life. Ever. I like my lungs, they're a good friend to have. Especially if you like to, you know, breath. Which I do. So, turns out it's just sinus junk. So, 2 shots, a script for antibiotics and some nasty cough syrup and I'm on my way to the Wal-mart. (I should have gone to Walgreen's but that sweet little boy asked me to get him some Christmas treats. And how could I turn down that little sweet face?!) Oh joy! Not just any Wal-mart but the lovely Pell City Wal-mart. I don't know what it is about that one, but I think the website People of Wal-mart was created for this Wal-mart. There are some characters there let me tell you! I think me and maybe 3 other people in the whole store where the only one's actually walking. Everyone else, was riding in a motorized wheel chair. Maybe, 2 people actually needed it. Oh my goodness. Why do people do that? FYI: Laziness is not a handicap! And on a side note, they don't know how to use the brakes! I am not a tree, do not run into me! Thank you! After I look through the aisles as safely as I can which is not easy with lazy wheel chair drivers almost running into me, I make a b-line for the Christmas Tree Cake and Gingerbread Cookies. I find them as quickly as possible and leave.(After I pay for them of course!) On my way out, the new Chick-fil-A is busy. "Oh, it must be open!" I say to myself. "They have tents in the parking lot....Wait! What? Tents in the parking lot?!" What the crap!?" Turns out the grand opening was the next day. Wow, people. Really? If you were one of the first 100 customers you get a free chicken sandwich for a year. Hmm. I don't know that I would sleep in a tent, in the cold rain, for 52 free chicken sandwiches. I went home and was glad I don't have to go back to the Wal-mart for a while. At least I hope not. I can't take another day out with tents in a parking lot and motorized wheel chairs. I just can't. I get Wal-mart Rage. (kinda like Road Rage but much worse. I think it's hereditary. Moving on. ) So that was my week in a nutshell. Here's to a much happier weekend sans a Wal-mart visit and a voice like a 97 year old chain smoking man.
P.S. Happy Veteran's Day! Thanks for all you do! (If you're a Veteran you can ride in a motorized wheel chair and I won't get Wal-mart Rage....I promise!)