Self- Affliction: 13 kids ranging from ages 2 to 14, armed with tennis balls saturated with paint equals a Happy St. Ruggling's Day to me!
My Parade: Taking all 4 kids into Hannaford on a Friday evening. There were so many people there tonight that they had traffic guards outside. The climax of my parade was finding myself arguing with Obie in the meat department. He climbed out of the car part of the grocery cart and insisted on sitting on the roof. When I made it clear that this was unacceptable behavior . . . the fireworks began. Did I mention that Hannaford was exceptionally busy today?
My miracle: Obie peed on my hostas twice today! Twice!
4 comments:
When were you at Hannaford? I was there as well. My homage to St. Rugglin was eschewing cart or basket and proceeding to fill my arms with all of my items and then choosing to use the self service checkout! Very painful. . .every bit of it!
I was there from 4pm to 5pm exactly.
I forgot to mention another miracle of the day . . At one point, I found myself in a conversation with someone who thought Thomas Kinkade's work was par to Monet or VanGogh. Let's just say it was an uncomfortable and painful conversation for me, mostly because, in the spirit of the day, I did not keep my opinions or comments to myself. I made it very clear what I thought of her taste in art, which in part made her uncomfortable. Job would of been proud.
I want to clarify . . . I wasn't rude. The uncomfortable feelings are still with me.
You make me laugh! Witty and honest. I like that.
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