Death and Wal-Mart

We almost had a death in the family this evening. It was scary. Everything is fine now, he's resting comfortably now. I mean, I don't know what we would have done with out our TV. It's just...the clicking, I'll never get it out of my mind again! Take the kids, or the dogs... just not our TV!

OK, not really... we'll keep the dogs. HA!

Today was a pretty good day. Cary has an entire week off and this is day one. By the end of this week I might be losing my mind. Don't get me wrong Cary is the love of my life, soul mate, my best friend. I couldn't imagine sharing my life with anybody else in this world. It's just that we need to be apart from those we love, to appreciate them. Don't judge me. You spend an entire week with one person, with no money, and two sniffling kids (now Cary is getting sick) and tell me how that week goes. But like I said, I wouldn't do it with anybody else.

We went around town today. Rose Bud, AR has this great little coffee roasterie which we buy THE BEST coffee I've ever had. It's a nice little trip. We get the kids out of the house and we feel like we accomplished something. Today the little roasterie's coffee grinder was broken so we got whole bean. Totally not a big deal, Wal-Mart has a coffee grinder for like $15. The problem was that we brought both dogs. Usually where ever we go, the dogs tag along, unless it's hot or freezing. Doggy is used to being in the car and waiting for us to run into Wal-Mart or a restaurant. But or new little one, Franky, I was afraid he would poop in the car or get on Doggy's bad side and I didn't even want to think about that. Doggy is very well tempered, he's just getting to know Franky... you know how dogs are. Anyway, Cary and I had the obligatory conversation of who would stay in the car, who will go inside, or he will take one kid and I'll stay with the other, or we'll all go in. Really, we go threw every scenario there is. So after we decided we would all go in I thought it was a great idea to take Franky with us. My diaper bag is big enough for him plus one more dog so I figured it would be fine. Franky slept most of the car ride and I was sure he would curl up and sleep in the diaper bag. I stuck him in there, walked across the parking lot and he did fine. I walked into the store and got a shopping cart... and there was Franky popping up and climbing out of the bag. Jaxson is in the bakery grabbing as many doughnuts he could, Cary and Evelyn are long gone, and the dog is trying to escape. I tried to stuff Franky back into the bag and grab Jaxson at the same time and I failed miserably. Remember, this is just as we walked in the store. At this point, already, I'm regretting this "brilliant idea" of mine but I keep on going. OK, so now everybody is looking at me because Jaxson is crying and I'm holding onto my bag like it's my only life line. Some how we made it to the coffee grinders and I'm in the isle trying to calm this puppy of mine down when a Wal-Mart employee walked by me as my puppy barked. I really truly in my heart think the employee thought I was barking at him.. which... in my younger days wasn't THAT unusual, but that's a different story. You know those awkward sitcom moments when the main character gets caught doing something they shouldn't and they have that "I didn't do it" smile. That was me. At that point I was exhausted but I still needed to locate my husband and daughter. Which, by the way, they were on the other side of Wal-Mart in the electronics. I had to walk around the store with a crying child and a barking puppy. It was interesting to say the least. By the time we were at the check out it looked like I tried to rob half the store the way I was holding my jacket (I thought if I held Frank he would have done better, but that was another failed attempt at my "brilliant idea"). I was never so happy to see a Wal-Mart parking lot in my life. We packed up in the car and I looked at Cary and said, "lesson learned".

Now that the TV is fine, Jaxson decided to watch a movie. You haven't lived until you watch Madagascar 2 in Spanish.