OMGmoveyour$@#%&cartoutofthemiddleofthe
#@&*%aislebeforeyoustopinthemiddleof
everythingtogeta%$&*@#samplebecauseIneedto
fillmywife’sshoppinglistwhichmagicallychanged
fromthreeitemstotwelveinatextmessageandgetthe
helloutofheresoIcangethometowatchthekidsin
timeformywifetomeetagirlfriendforaglassof
winein40minuteswheredotheykeepthe$#%&@
breadandwhatthehellisanIrishcheddarlog!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMGCOSTCORAGE!!
-DD
I’m a big fan of treating grocery store aisles like lanes of traffic. Everyone drives on the right, merging into traffic, parallel parking… Jerk faces who do dot follow *my* rules are typically met with disdain. Luckily, I almost always have Doodle with me anywhere I go, so sometimes I just pull the crazy version of “in a hurry to get this little man to the bathroom” card, then people aren’t so absent-minded. Hopefully you made it out just fine, and your wifey got to her date on time. Couldn’t even begin to tell you what an Irish cheddar log is, though.
An “Irish cheddar log” sounds too much like something nasty you’d find in a bathroom. Please see this link for illustration: http://wp.me/p1F8Wq-39
Yeah, Jake has pretty well won that one. It only took a few trips to stores in “ghetto” areas of a nearby large town for him to carry Doodle out not half a second after entering, hand him to me, and say, “yeah, he’s not going in there!” for me to get the picture.
I’m kind of scared of the day Doodle’s too old to come to the ladies’ room and Jake’s not with us. Sending him in there… by himself… :/