My Bank Account Is Crying Right Now.

I went to Wal-Mart after work to pick up a few eleventy million groceries, kitty litter, kitty food, my allergy medicine and a few stocking stuffers. I bought 20 items and ended up spending $90. $90!!!

It's a good thing I only got a tiny portion of my list. Otherwise I probably would have been looking at about $200+. Ouch.

So I'm a little worried about Christmas. I only have a few people to shop for (Thank God!) but I am not so good with the shopping. I always seem to gravitate toward the expensive stuff and can only afford a few things per person. The stocking stuffers (which were between a $1-$3 each) really added up apparently.

But! I started my Christmas shopping in October! October! I am so proud. I unfortunately take after my dad in the waiting until the last minute shopping strategy. Which is not of the good. So I was pretty darn tickled at that. Plus I have a few ideas for bigger presents. ^_^

In other news, Wal-Mart moved my allergy medicine. I had just run out yesterday and desperately needed to buy more. Oh, Alavert you are the bestest allergy medicine in the entire world. Anyways, I just about had a panic attack when I couldn't find it where it has always been. All of a sudden there were boxes of Benadryl and other assorted cold medicine taking up the whole aisle.

Obviously Wal-Mart believes that swine flu is more important than allergies.

I don't think so.

So I looked around and finally found a box of Alavert. Only it was in bubblegum. Ick. So started my second panic attack that I would be forced to a) buy bubblegum children's Alavert or b) buy nothing and suffer in my own personal snotty hell.

Again, I don't think so.

So I took another look and found the Alavert hiding in the decongestant medicine. Much rejoicing was had.

And then I was stalked by the floor waxer guy.

Seriously.

Everywhere I went, there he was. It started when I was in the makeup aisle, then he followed me to the toy section, then the kitty food/litter aisle and then he cornered me in the electronics. I escaped only to be once again cornered in the craft aisle. I took off for the grocery side of the store as fast as I could. It wouldn't have been so bad if he was cute. Or under 40. He almost caught me when I was going to the checkout but I made it.

And then my eyeballs popped out when the checkout lady told me how much everything was. I sniffed and swiped my debit card and shuffled out into the rain. Which was, as my co-worker explained to me, fog that rains on you.

When I got home, I a) proceeded to blame the cats for losing one of the stocking stuffers before finding it in the trash, b) got out my Alavert and proceeded to throw the pill away with some trash, walked out into the dining room looking for the pill and then slunk back into the bathroom to fish it out of the trash (still in the little casing, okay!) and c) did 20 gazillion dishes.

I am pooped and broke so I am going to bed. Hopefully Emme and Kisa have forgiven me.

Laters.

(Not) So Rumbly In My Tumbly

I think I'm sick. 

If you have ever eaten with me, then you know that I don't eat a whole lot.  I'm lucky if I can finish half my plate when I go out to eat.  I have to know in advance if we are going out to eat so I know not to eat that day which is totally ridiculous and sad but lately it's been even more ridiculous and sad.

Observe the ridiculousness and sadness.

I forgot my supper tonight so I went to Taco John's and got two tacos, a medium Potato Ole, a medium Pepsi and a churro (I love you Taco John's!).  So I take it back to work to eat on my break and do you know what I could eat?  Well, do you?!?

Half a taco, a churro and half of my Potato Oles.  WTF?  I used to be able to eat the whole thing.  Okay, I usually regretted it after I felt like exploding but still!  And all I had before that was a small bowl of Goldfish seven hours earlier.  No, not that kind of Goldfish, you sick people.  The cracker Goldfish.

It's been almost two hours since then and the thought of eating or drinking anything is actually making me nauseous.

So what's the deal?  Did my stomach shrink last month when I had the flu and couldn't eat for two days?  Am I finally going to lose that weight I gained in college?

Eh, probably not.  But I still think I'm sick.

Laters.


P.S. You know that 14 gazillion dishes I had left on Sunday.  Yeah, so if you don't do them, they magically multiply into 20 gazillion dishes, give or take a few zillion.  Whodathunk?

The Final Lap

Woohoo! I'm almost finished with supper. Just have two pies to bake. o.O

On the other hand, I have about 14 gazillion dishes to wash, 5 laundry baskets to fold/hang up and I still need to vacuum and clean out the kitty boxes.

Farmville and Wordy are evil!!! I must stay away from Facebook!


Laters.

It Figures ...

 
that today would totally not be my day.

I've been up since 8am, actually at the grocery store by 9am to get the last of my groceries to make a nice Sunday supper.  So what happens?  They have three scraggly parsnips and only half gallon chocolate milks.  Plus they wanted $1.15 for Cream of Mushroom Soup.  I think I'll wait until closer to Thanksgiving when the price goes down, thank you very much. 

So I take my scraggly parsnips (and it always kills me that I have to tell the checkout kids what the vegetables are) and my pitiful half gallon of chocolate milk (which may or may not make it through today) and went home.  To my completely frozen roast.

Lest you think that I am a complete and total idiot, I did take out the stupid thing last night and put it in the fridge.  So it had been thawing for a good nine hours.  Apparently I should have taken it out three days ago.  So it is in the microwave defrosting.  Which it will still be doing a half hour from now because microwave defrosting and I are not friends.

Also, every single pot and pan that I need to make this supper is dirty.  Why did say I would do this?  Granted it's just my mom coming over, but still.  I think we would like to eat before the next century at least.