Thursday, November 5, 2009
I needed some milk today, so I did like any other reasonable person would do and went to the store to git me some. Now I don't know about you, but this woman here has this major problem with shopping at the dear ole Wally World--every time I enter that store to buy one thing, I always end up purchasing the rest of the store. This is the very reason I have limited myself recently to only venturing out to the Grande Dame of Walmarts once per week.
So there I was moseying around the grapes and apples when I swear to the Walmart gods that at least thirty Japanese tourists in fancy black suits stormed the produce section. I felt weird alone with my child and my shopping buggie surrounded by tourists in black suits. This must be how Japanese feel when Americans visit Japan, I thought--meek, humble, like dude quit staring at me. So, I grabbed my Nikon out of my purse and began taking covert shots of the tourists.
Being bombarded by those Japanese tourists totally made me lose track of why I went shopping in the first place and made me disregard my sanity for a few moments while I pondered the magnificent reason why a tour bus would even visit the Highland Village Walmart. Geesh...is Wally World that popular? Who'd thunk it.
So my child and I made our way towards the Halloween Discount Aisle and tried of face masks.
More face masks...
Then I bought this Fro, well because we all know it totally completes my look:
(To be honest with you, I think this Fro suits me well. Next time I get my hair done, I'm gettin' a spiral perm like that one I got in college.)
Then I decided it was time to hit the Lawn and Garden Center because I have a two foot avocado tree growing in my garden that needs to come indoors before it gets too cold outside. I found my $5 clearance pot, and I found this:
Christmas. When Faith Hill sang Where Are You Christmas she forgot to venture inside Walmart two months before hand.
So, since I was already making an awesome fool of myself snapping photos of my boy on the Halloween aisle, I ventured over to the kitchenwares section and took some photos of my favorite pot and pan set, because well you know (I know) I'll never be able to afford them so I might as well shoot some photos of them anyhoo. Miss Paula Dean, just so you know, I love the turquoise color the best!
Perhaps I should focus on getting me a fully functioning stove first.
Then, as I made my way back over to the groceries, to get the milk, I saw the shiny black baby grand piano. That is not a sight you see every day at Walmart. No sir-ree. I told y'all the Highland Village Walmart is the Grande Dame of Walmarts. Mark my words: Next time I go to this Walmart I am playing a tune on that piano even if I get kicked out.
It will be so worth it.
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