Don't pull the elastic string

Ok, I am a bit off today and nearly every day... but here you go.

Disclaimer: Any reference to a WalMart or a Target or any shopping location or heavy people is strictly for the SPECIFIC location I visited today or a way to reference the people I saw..... Don't send me hate mail or suddenly start defending your employer or fat people...I'M FAT PEOPLE.... and I am sure your location is waaaaaaaaaaaay more superior than the ones I visited today. And NO, I'm NOT telling you where I visited, ... IF you know me, you know where I live, it could really be ANY one of MANY.  :-) 

Part 1

Aside from the fact that Morgan and I spent a few painful hours in WalMart Today, it was a pretty funny day with her as always. Though our trip to Target was...... enlightening

At Target we saw a woman with no shoes.... a child in a clearly crappy need to be changed diaper attempting to hurl himself out of the seat in the cart while being pulled not pushed around by what I hope was an older sibling and NOT a parent ( I hovered around until an "adult" showed up), we then witnessed a woman who obviously NEVER got the "wear a bra in public when your tatas are 50DD memo... (probably related to the nearly 350 lb. woman who was shopping at Sams club yesterday wearing her orange and black and clearly FORGOT THE BRA!....hey I'm FAT... I am NOT saying anything about FAT...But I WEAR A BRA!)  AND.... a family who seemed to be using Target as their "training site" for a future petty theft ring.  Though the check out guy was so busy flirting with Morgan that he gave me 20% off my purchase because he couldn't get my Target CartWheel to work on my stupid smart phone....  that plus my 5% off for using my RED card.... I left thinking I was a WINNER!  I seriously should have gone back for more stuff!!!

Got the car washed..... other than my fear that the sunroof wasn't closed properly, I'd say that was a successful experience.

THEN we hit Walmart.   Is it WALMART, WalMart, WALmart, I don't know...the ONLY spelling that isn't Spell checked is WALMART, but I'm using them all interchangeably. SO, I'm used to the droves of people standing in line at WalMart, I don't know who to blame and I really don't care, I have concluded that part of the WalMart experience is to wait in line, get jipped in line, or even get to a register that is suddenly CLOSED .or a self service lane that takes only one kind of credit card...THAT NO ONE HAS ! ... I didn't even care that NO ONE could recognize my clear confusion when I'm looking for the kitchen dish towels.  As if saying LOUDLY to Morgan... I WONDER WHERE THE KITCHEN DISH TOWELS ARE (in front of three employees) is going to make a difference!!!I really didn't want to buy any, I just had and idea in my head that I could make curtains out of them....... what?  I found curtains that I liked better....ANYWAY....I'm ok with the theory that this particular Walmart is essentially self service.  And the HUGE crowd (over 30 people) waiting for pictures didn't phase me even though they blocked the exit, NOR did the full grown adult sitting in a shopping cart with his legs sticking out from the back phase me.  (try to visualize this...he's in the cart, his back is against the narrow front part, he has the back part pushed up and his legs are sticking out of the back..his stupid hat...had nothing on his stupid (ness)...So we really didn't leave WALMART disappointed..

Part 2

Unraveling

SO Morgan and I finally made our way home and we were discussing her need to have a few pieces of clothing repaired.... and how Nana can fix it as she is the sewing fixit person in our lives.  Morgan  said "I didn't want to tell you, that I was picking at the little string"  I said WHY?" we all do it!  it's like popping a pimple or plucking out a grey hair, if it's there, we MUST DO IT!.... We usually know when to stop..... BUT then  our conversation went to the little elastic string that creeps out of our underware....the little bastard that NEVER seems to have an end .... by the time we are done pulling that little bastard, we are left with 50 feet of string and underware with no elastic band ....and underware....at our ankles.

Don't pull the elastic string, unless you are prepared to take your underware to Nana,  and have her reprimand you for pulling the elastic string, or unless you are planning on buying new underware.

Word of the BLOG
abacinate
to blind by putting red-hot copper basin near the eyes

Until we blog again...

Vicki :-)