...and then you blink

How not to go to W@l-M@rt

It started out as a simple trip...just to get some white broadcloth for the lining of the outfit I was making for Chase. Things were going pretty good, too, until Chase started begging me to ride the B@rney ride in the arcade area at the front of the store. I usually never let him ride those things because he cries when we leave (insert foreshadowing here). I thought I'd give in since we had several minutes until we had to meet up with the hubs. He rode the blasted thing, and had a great time - that is until it stopped. I told him that his time was up, and I started to lift him back into the buggy when he did his wonderful 2 year old move and bowed backwards and head butted me in the mouth! I feigned a smile out of the store to the car, searching for my keys (insert foreshadowing here). I had practically taken everything out of my purse before I finally let myself believe that my keys were, indeed, not there. I peered through the window of my car, and sure enough, they were laying in my console! I tried to call Tim, but he didn't answer his cell because he was mowing the church yard. I called my mom to go tell Tim to come unlock the car at W@l-M@rt, and I went back inside to wait it out. Mom called back about 10 minutes later and said that Tim was already gone, so I tried his cell again, and then finally got him at home. He said he'd be right there, so I walked around for another 5 minutes (plenty of time for him to get there), and went outside to wait by the car. 15 minutes later (follow me here, that's 20 minutes total) we're still waiting outside for him. All at once all hell broke loose...I got attacked by the fire ants that had taken residence beside my locked car, and Chase decided he didn't want to wait in the cart, he wanted to play in the little plastic cottages that were so strategically placed in the front of the store. I was just about ready to start walking home (heh - not really) when Tim pulls up and has this look on his face like "hey, what've you been up to?" He unlocks the car and I practically throw Chase in the car seat and get the heck out of there. We had already planned to go to the Chinese restaurant for dinner, and just when I pulled into a parking space I realized I had no purse and no W@l-M@rt bag! I practically laid rubber pulling out of there and raced back to the hell-hole, back to the ant-infested parking space, practically ran over a pedestrian, but there everything was, in my cart, untouched. Thank you, thank you, thank you! All this for a piece of broadcloth!