I got home from a trip to Wal-Mart a little while ago. What's so special about that? Not much until I looked at the contents of my shopping trip sailing past me on the little black conveyor belt...
Super Plus tampons, a bag of Fudgee-Os, a bag of chocolate covered almonds, a bag of chocolate macaroons and a four litre jug of skim milk. ( I feel like the person who goes through a drive thru and orders a second super-sized meal for an imaginary friend but gets a Diet Coke).
Pretty impressive, hey? I'm just thankful the cashier was not me because I'm not sure I could let someone pass through with an order like that without comment or at least a smirk.
I feel pretty.