So today I had to change all my plans of watching tacky reality TV while I washed and folded the mountains of laundry my thoughtless family made over the weekend. Instead I had to do the weekly shop, as tomorrow is Mojo's birthday and he changed his mind about having a "cake". I would so put that word in air quotes if I could! He wants a BRAN "CAKE"!!!! A bran cake???? ugh. How in the world could I be married to someone who wants a bran cake for his birthday? That is just sauteed in wrong sauce.
Anyhoo, I thought that since I had to go to the store and get the wheat germ and other "yummy" ingredients for the "cake" I would just go ahead get the weekly shop over with.
What is up with you folks at the grocery store. Why do you feel the need to totally stick your whole head in my buggy to better see what I have put in it Nosey McNoesy-pants???
I mean really, this happened more than once. So the third time, I "accidentally" ran into the offending party. She was so busy sticking her head in my buggy that she forgot to turn her buggy. I don't know, maybe it was the wheat germ? Or the golden raisins? Whatever, mind your own business! I think I might just start putting weird random stuff in my buggy. Like, layer the whole bottom with mouse traps, or five huge bottles of vodka and a tarp.
Also what is up with the grumpy old men? Every one of them was grocery shopping today and they all had to get in my way and grump at me.
On a side note, I do frequently have"accidental" collisions at the grocery. What?!?! If you don't want to get run over, don't leave your buggy in the middle of the aisle where I can't get around it! and especially don't leave your stinkin' buggy blocking the aisle and then LEAVE the aisle. You will come back and there will be something missing from your cart, and it will be moved. You have been warned!
Oh and sorry for all the "". It has just been that kind of day.