The One Where I Grocery Shop in Hell

Some days I wonder who the hell's life I dropped into.  Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine grocery shopping with a loud child singing "YER DEAD, YER DEAD, YEE-EER-ER DEAD"  to the tune of something familiar that I can't name at the moment.  Did I mention loud?  You may have heard her potty mouth rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Poop?  How about You Are a Stupid Penis Butt?

Oh.
YES.
She did.


A torturous traipse through the store so that my family will enjoy a nice home-cooked, Weight Watchers friendly meal tonight.


Why, yes, nasty old wicked faced, evil eye lady that has obviously never had a child, I actually was trying to cover her mouth with my hand.  And, yes, I did say the "S" word (shut up) ... oh, come on, seriously?  You all know that the "S" word has come out of your mouth before so quit "tsk-ing" at me.



I needed a red onion.  A bunch of cilantro.  Couscous and a lemon.  I wasn't leaving until I had those items and I'm sorry for polluting your air, Denver, but my child was safer if I at least made it to the car with those items.



I had a glimpse today.  A small glimmer of understanding. 


Suddenly, I could not seem to remember why I don't believe in spanking.

Whatever the reason, I'm sure my child's bottom is thankful at this moment.



** Turns out my Bestie from the 'Hood @childhood had a crap-ass day too.... check out this one HERE .... this message was brought to you by a smoking loon -- at least that is what the bottle said.