I went to the grocery store tonight to pick up some ingredients for tomorrow's Lovers Day. Singles Awareness Day. Heart Day. Red, Pink, and White Day. Whatever.
It took me exactly 30 minutes to find the hot Italian sausages. Honestly. And another 20 to find two stupid cans of whole tomatoes. Not that either were HIDING, or hard to find, I just walked past them 65 times.
In the mean time, I managed to throw another 23 items into my cart. Isn't that how it works though? Despite your best efforts? I find it impossible to stick solely to my list. I always manage to talk myself into it, "We absolutely NEED baking chocolate. NEED Caleb. I promise."
When I was unloading my goodies at home, I discovered that the Dum-Dum I'd seen on the conveyor belt had been deposited into my grocery sack. It wasn't mine. It wasn't even the kid's before me. I wasn't charged for it. And the GUILT!!! It tasted so GOOD!!! I can't help it if I have a weakness for Cherry-Cola Dum-Dums.
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Dum Dums remind me of going to the bank with my mom when I was a kid. My brother and sister loved the Root Beer ones, but I loved the green apple flavor. Yum.
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