Just a weird morning over here. Unlike some people, crazy things just don't happen to me. My trips to the store and other places are very routine and I tend to prefer them that way. This morning was slightly different.
J & I headed to the grocery store to stock up so I wouldn't have to shop when we return from our trip next week. I wasn't planning on buying them, but blueberries were on sale for $2.99 a pint, a good deal, even if they turn J's poop dark blue.
We got other things, paper towels, milk, canned fruit, 4 boxes of granola bars for $1(awesome!), toilet paper. Very normal and boring things.
The first thing that was happened was that the cashier (very observant, which is why she's my favorite) noticed that one of my individual applesauce containers was missing. After I signed my slip she ran and actually found the missing one - as she struggled to put it back into the cardbord container I told her not to worry about it - I'd already held up the line long enough and I hate being a 'bother.'
We head to the car and as I'm loading up I notice that the toilet paper that had been on the bottom of the cart was missing. I checked the trunk to make sure I didn't already load it, and nope...it wasn't there. (I checked because I've been quite a space cadet lately and it wouldn't surprise me if I put it in the car and didn't notice.) After I load up the rest of my groceries, I go inside to check and see if it had fallen off - we weren't that far from the exit of the store, and it wasn't anywhere on the ground. I tell the cashier what happened and she said it was fine to get another one - so through the store we go, me hurrying because there's milk and frozen goods warming up in my car.
Once again, we leave the store. As I'm walking, some guy in a propane truck is yelling "MA'AM?" so of course I look at him. He waves me over to his truck (only slightly creepy?) and says: "Oh I saw you throw this on the ground so I picked it up. Now you have extra!" He must have thought I went in and bought more and felt bad? Why didn't he stop me when he saw me going back towards the store? I guess I should be happy he gave it back. So...back into the store we go!
I tell the cashier what happened and I'm not sure if she believed me but she said: "If this was beer you'd have never seen it again!" Finally...we headed back home.
So, unloading groceries is always fun. Usually J hangs in the garage with me while I gather all the packages and then follows me in. Well, not this time. I have the door propped open and he runs in the house. My dogs, of course, run into the garage and I run after J carrying two heavy bags because I'm afraid he'll see that the baby gate to the stairs is propped open and he'll first crawl up the stairs then fall down them. While I'm securing the gate my crazy dog, Prince, jumps into my car and won't come out. Oh my gosh! Finally I get him out, J's back in the garage so I get him into the house, and close the door.
Sighing and already thinking about how to blog this weird morning, I start putting groceries away. I take out my four applesauce containers and stack them up, then decide to perch the blueberries precariously on top of them. Bad idea. One step from the fridge and my tower of food tumbles, and blueberries are everywhere. I'm trying to keep J from eating them off the ground along with trying to keep the dogs away from licking all of them. I put them back into the container and notice there's dog hair in it but at this point don't care. Jeremiah's very upset because I'm not paying attention to him and begging to be held but I am still cleaning up smooshed blueberries from the floor. The good blueberries (not smooshed) go into the sink for a thorough cleaning and when they're good and clean (and dog hair-free) Jeremiah gets them for a snack.
And I head upstairs to blog. We're heading to Wal-mart soon, and I'm praying for a boring experience.