Candy Canes..

This morning after dropping the kids off, I thought I should stop by the store to pick up a couple of things, and then run over to Home Depot since they are in the same area. Now, going into a grocery store is a sinch for me. Why? Because I am a wife, and a mother, which means I am at the store constantly!!





 I can tell you exactly where everything is and which checker is faster than the others.

 

If Jonny goes to the grocery store for me, I will have to go into great detail on where something is and how to get there. "Ok, just go down past the apples, past the mexican food isle and down isle six, almost half way down that isle you will see the vegetable oil, next to that is the flour, get me one of those." He will probably call me, and say I don't see the vegetable oil." 








Now, if we are having a problem with the toilet and he has to go to Home Depot for parts, he will pull me through there faster than a ride at Disneyland to get us right down the exact isle for rubber, coax, thingamabob, doohickys, that he needs to fix the problem with the toilet.

 Let me just also add, that while I have sent Jonny to the store to pick something up for me many times, HE has NEVER sent me to Home Depot to pick up ANYTHING that he would need to fix something! The reason being is, one he completely enjoys the experience of The Home Depot, and two he knows with out a doubt I will probably bring back the wrong thing!






Ok, so anyway after zipping in and out of the store, I run over to "The Home Depot," and it accord to me that every time I go into this store without Jonny, every man in the store gives me one of two looks... its either:

One: the look of "I wonder if I hit her over the head with this pipe and drag her to  my truck, if anyone would notice"




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two:"Look at this chick in here, lookin' around like she knows what she's doing." I'm pretty positive that everyone in there knows that I'm there for some sort of craft project... which lets face it .. I am.









So as I'm looking at the spray paint, I frustratingly realize that I need someone to open the latched gate. Ugh! So I go around and around looking for someone, anyone that would be able to help me. Of course when you DON'T want anyone bugging you, you have fifty million of them asking you if your "doing ok,"

but when you really aren't "doing ok" its a ghost town and they are diving behind boxes, because its 8 a.m. and they aren't really in the mood to help you right now.

So when I FINALLY find someone to open the forbidden paint gate, the guy says to me "So what are you working on today?" Which I reply "THAT'S NON OF YOUR BUSINESS MISTER!!!"

Just kidding, I didn't say that.... woulda been a good story though! No, of course my reply was, "oh... um.. candy canes.. I'm painting candy canes." All right, all right I'm working on a craft project, quit gloating dude. I should have said

"Oh, I'm building a second story on to my house, and I need to mark off some things with this here spray paint." Nope, I just say "candy canes." ...Whatever.










So anyway, I have come home with my spray paint, and I am painting some candy canes that Uncle Warren cut out and need to get em done today. Hopefully all turns out well and everyone is happy with them!

Happy Friday!!