#tiwsofbbmcamf

You all know I hate shopping. Any kind of shopping. Thursday is my normal grocery shopping day. Today I ended up at 3 different grocery stores in order to clear my list. Ridiculous. The only saving grace is that I planned the trips in such a way that my last store would be the one with the Starbucks inside. As much as I hate shopping I do so love my coffee. But you knew that also, too.

Are you still awake? Gawd this is boring, isn't it? Ok. Moving on to the meat of the story.

On my way from store 2 to store 3 {they happen to be within walking distance of each other} I round a corner and am almost run over by a man pushing a shopping cart. He wasn't looking where he was going but rather where he had been. Seriously man, eyes front. Thanks. As I moved aside to avoid being run over he did put his eyes front. And then he looked me up and down {yes. Up and Down} and then he said - *mmmm. What a buffet*. How does one respond to something like that? I just stayed my course and answered him in my head.

*ummm. thanks? i think.*

So tell me. When was the last time YOU were looked up and down and called a buffet? Or anything close to that scenario. Or when was the last time you called someone a buffet?





#things I won't say on fb because my children are my friends

Sproing.

Seriously.

My X is so full of himself that I believe we are in danger of an explosion any second now.