I blame the hormones and also the weather, but no one needs to worry (I can hear you all gasping for air) I am not going anywhere. I took a whole 1.75 days off of blogging, per Kelly's recommendation in Grace's com box (because I read comments like a creep) and I think it might help to get back to the bare bones of what this blog is about anyways: sharing way too many minute, mundane life details with all of the world via the interwebs through an odd mix of bragging and complaining for my own sanity and my mother's enjoyment.
Right, so this morning found us out of milk, all things rice (cakes, chex... ok just those 2, but I eat an alarming amount of both these days) and cork boards to round out the girls' new room decorations. So off to the store we headed, all 4 of us, like always. I could feel the migraine setting in as I pulled into the parking space, but that has never stopped me before and on we pressed.
The trip went as it always does, with all the predictable coping mechanisms in place along the way:
first- free cookie for the girls from the bakery
get some groceries
second-stop at the lobsters and stare and then bid them farewell (always a morbid stop)
get some more groceries
third- see the fish tanks in the pet section and the Finding Nemo fish tank decor
get the last of the groceries
lastly- get in line and use the promise of riding the penny horse at the end to get us all the way through the check out line
It all went great, if by great you mean I only had to use one additional bribe of a Ring Pop per girl to actually get us to the horse.
|the promised (positively geriatric) penny horse|
I was thrilled that the girls didn't say anything incriminating or rude to the nice/overly concerned old lady behind us while she chatted up a storm with them. They filled her ears with stories of their "little sister Lucy who is asleep in the carrier" and all about "their Aunt Hannah who is about to give birth to Leo" and the fact that Naomi "doesn't go to school but goes to Atrium and does 'works'" which I know confused the old Lady way more than she could even handle so I had to clarify that one and a bunch of other stuff that she was barely hearing through her thick winter hat and the fact that she was at least 80 years old.
The girls do not discriminate who they spill their little lives to-- wonder who they got that from?
Then came one of the most awkward/hilarious moments at the grocery store I have experienced yet. Bernadette was taking her turn on the horse as the old lady was passing us with her purchased items and Naomi said goodbye in a normal, sweet way like a normal, sweet little girl. Then it was time for Bernadette's farewell, once the lady was was about 20 feet away, Bernadette yells out at the TIP TOP of her very capable lungs:
"YOU JUST CAN'T COME TO MEIJER BECAUSE YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!"
Meijer is the name of the grocery store.
My hope is that the lady's hat was pulled far enough over her ears and she was a semi-safe enough distance away to have not heard her. But I feel confident that the rest of the front half of the store heard her since most of them were staring at us once the declaration was made.
I think embarrassed is probably the proper reaction to the circumstance, but I felt a strange sense of pride
I do not know where all the personality comes from, but I like it.