discount hell

If the theory that each person's hell is unique and based what they hated most in life, my hell is a Super Walmart with no exit. Now that I'm back on a budget, you guessed it...that is where I have to shop. Yeah, I managed to avoid the place for the last few years except in cases of dire emergency (think outta Pampers at 2am), but now...not so much.

The Pea loves it there...all kinds of stuff to "need" - yes we have moved passed "mommy me want that" to "mommy me NEED that," I however can't stand that I actually do need most everything in there and can't get out for less than $200. We didn't even venture near the back of store where all the fun stuff is...

By the time we hit the parking lot she had opened every box of food in the cart...eaten two popsicles (and by eaten I mean smeared all over herself and me)...hid my keys in the fridge pack of soda, which I only discovered after a frantic retracing of steps all over the damn store...and threw a twenty underneath a produce display so I got to crawl on the floor with my ass in the air or risk losing all my coffee money for the week.

It was fun...can't wait to do it again. I'd slit my wrists to avoid it but I suspect I would just end up in the biggest, baddest Walmart of all time, and never get to leave.