I haven't blogged in awhile and I have a lot to say, so pay attention.
I'd like to start with a story and I know we all love story time. I thought the day was going rather well until I left work to buy milk. I couldn't decide what size milk to buy and the smaller containers were so far back I would have to climb into the freezer to get one or ask for assistance and who wants to ask for help? Not me. So I grab a gallon of milk and get everything else on my list. Okay, I didn't actually make a list, but I knew what I needed to buy. I decided at the last minute that I didn't want a whole gallon of milk so I went back and climbed into the freezer for a smaller container. I proceeded to the self check-out and the strap or handle on my purse breaks. You might be thinking that it could be worse, but it was. My bag wasn't zipped so most of my belongings fell onto the floor. I laughed and put everything back into the now broken bag. A few of the items wouldn't scan so that delayed my shopping experience as well. I made it home and had to figure out how to get everything up the stairs to the condo. I had a brilliant idea that I should pour my water out so the bottle would be lighter. Smart? That's what I thought...until I dropped one of the shopping bags and had to pick up the items. Then I picked up the bag with milk inside and the bottom of the bag was filled with milk. Of course some of the milk was on my seat and I didn't have any water to clean the spillage. I again laughed and wrapped the now soaked loaf of bread and popcorn in a poncho I had in the trunk of my car and made it to my home. What a day. Maybe I shouldn't go out in public for the rest of the week if this afternoon is a preview of what is to come.