First of all, I wanted to share my news. My CT scan came back all clear. I’m very happy but I find it hard to trust my doctors. But the results are there to see, and this next year I will be working on those trust issues.
Now the nonsense.
Since my husband accompanied me to my doctor visit, he decided to work from home. On the way home I asked him stop by Target because I’m looking for some twine to finish the tree garland I’m making. We are also looking for a little gag gift for our youngest, which can be found in the toy department.
While we were wandering through the aisles thinking how grateful we don’t have to shop for toys for a while, we heard a family on the other side of the aisle. They had about 5 kids under the age of 5. One of them was a little escape artist. If there weren’t any security cameras, and I was the type of person to scoop up a neglected child, I would have brought him home with us. Apparently his parents wouldn’t miss him. The other kids, except the infant, were running amok but closer to mom and dad.
We heard the father whistle for one kid (probably the runner), like he was whistling for a dog.
When the family was about to evacuate the toy department, they rounded up their kids, telling them they must be obedient. eye roll
We didn’t find what we were looking for at Target.
After a yummy dinner that Sensible Girlfriend brought to us, I asked my husband to brave that awful Walmart store. It’s only about 5 minutes away–Michaels, Joann’s, and Hobby Lobby are a good distance to pick up just one thing. We found the twine at Walmart.
Still looking for the gag gift, we braved the toy department. My apologies to Southerners, but some shopping at our local Walmart travel with their pack, or as I like to call it…their tribe. Yes, these are the People of Walmart we all fear. Add to that their accent and conversation topic of choice, it becomes quite the entertainment.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe all southerners follow tribe-like behaviors. My husband’s tribe travels via caravan and his tribe is from the west coast of the US.
Anyway, I’m am oh so grateful for that doctor who saved my life nearly 5 years ago. Even though I can’t quite completely shake the fear of hearing the c-word again, I’m learning how to enjoy a life a little more.
Oh! Did you know they make play-doh to look and smell like poop? I’m serious!