Today we were at the evil....horrible....hate to even go by the parking lot... W-mart. Those who know me know how I hate this store.
And yet it was convenient and we needed bread and milk. And there's a Starbucks and a Michael's across the street. And I reasoned that they may have some Christmas items for super cheap.
Guess what--they did NOT have Christmas decorations worth buying.
The parking lot was--as usual--a nightmare.
The store was crowded and the people (customers, not store employees) were in a hurry and rude.
After dragging the kids through the store (and it taking waaayyyy longer than it should have navigate to through what was supposed to be 'convenient' I might add..) I was more than ready to run home for an extra-strength Advil and a nap.
As we headed for the door I heard my dear daughter talking to herself:
"I am going to work here when I grow up."
Milan: "Yes, it seems like a great place to work, at least until I find me a husband."
Make that 2 Advil...