Yes our life always seems to find some sort of entertainment value that would shock even the most open minded people. I am thoroughly not kidding when I say this. It doesn’t matter if I am leaving the house to head to Wal-mart to buy a pack of Kleenex and returning home, I never happens without a hitch. Believe me when I say this. In fact, before I leave the house, I brace myself, prepare for the fun adventure about to happen. I even call my BFF, Liz and let her know I am headed out of the house and to keep all lines of communication free, let the call center services be aware, notify the media, etc… just in case I need to share a story or 2.
So last night about 7pm my loving adoring family discovered there is no bread to make sandwiches for lunches today. “Mom, there’s no bread.”
“Great, and we just noticed this now. We have a deal, lunches get made after dinner. What happened?”
“Well my sister was in the shower and I need to wait for her.”
“Why did you need to wait for your sister to make YOUR lunch?”
“Because I can’t reach the juice boxes on the top shelf.”
Oh yes, he’s witty. Contrary, doesn’t answer why SHE hasn’t made her own lunch! But none the less. I proceed to go get bread. I go to this little grocery store near the house, it’s small, but it works… It’s not far. I get there, park, run in to grab bread. Guess what, they are OUT of wheat bread. My kids won’t even entertain the thought of white bread. Only *I* would run to the grocery store that is out of white bread. Annoyed, I go to leave, and there is a guy standing at the doors begging for a dollar. He’s not asking for change, he straight up wants a dollar. AND he asks if he can borrow it. Like I am some how going to give this idiot my number so he can “pay me back” someday… ummm no. He’s wearing top notch clothes and he not starving… sorry buddy, not on my watch, I just need bread.
So I go to the gas station, and get bread… I didn’t want to pay $3.50 a loaf but I did… and arrived home, without a further problem. Really THIS is the stuff that happens EVERY time I leave the house… it’s like some type of comical relief. Sometimes I leave the house *just* to see what could possibly happen in a trip to Walgreens and back. You’d be amazed! You really would be!!
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