carts, gas-x & the like.

ok, for starters... i officially hate wal-mart. yes, i said it. grant & i had to make a dreaded trip to wal-mart tonight to do the ol' oil change/stock up on groceries deal.

within 2 min of being inside w-m, i was in a crabby mood. all i wanted was a cart. a cart that didnt sound like the wheels had a dead animal stuck in them or feel like i was pushing a bus or sway to the left. is that too much to ask??

so, we had to get a few keys made cause the husb lost his, well... 5 months ago. it has been 5 months too long without extrar keys & involved me standing outside our loft door dozens of times yelling at grant for me being locked out.

while he was handling that, i decided to venture into the rest of the store to find my needed items. i couldnt find the pitcher i wanted (you know... the ones with the swishy thing to mix up lemonade & such?), i walked from the front of the store to the back to the front & back again about 3 times, & spent $119. lame.

i was wondering around the "beauty" section & saw this 25ish man shopping with his grandmother. she was rollin' in the automatic cart things & he was overweight with too much facial hair. all of a sudden... he picks up the family size box of gas-x & yells across the aisle at grams "guess what? it's on sale!!". gag me.

well... i found a few c-mas decorations (75% off!!) & got the goods & we were out of there as quick as possible.
amen.