Yesterday was just not my day. I had groceries to get for our house as well as the church pancake supper. I had a lot of groceries to get. I wasn’t really interested in loading and unloading them in the pouring rain, so my trip to town was postponed repeatedly. I had decided to just go this morning when, at supper last night, Gary suggested we all go in together…after supper…when people (I’m not saying who) get grouchy. Since he suggested it in front of the wild things, I couldn’t exactly say no. Off we went. I believe I mentioned at one point that we are NEVER doing that again, but that’s beside the point…
While wandering Wal-Mart with the three girls (Gary was in the car listening to the NFL draft), Hope smacked her lips and said, “Whew! I really need a breath mint!” Now, I can’t adequately convey her tone of voice, but it was hilarious. She’s such a quick-witted little stinker and has the gift of funny.
As we were standing in the check out line some 30 minutes later, Addie was examining all of the impulse items, particularly the honey-roasted cashews (she thinks those would be amazingly tasty) and the slim jims. While I didn’t mention it to her at the time, I should have… When she and Hope were learning to “eat” (I use quotes, because at the time they were not eating and swallowing anything) at around 8-10 months old, they gnawed on slim jims often. It was one of their absolute favorite “chew toys,” for lack of a better term. We have lots of pictures with them sitting in the floor gumming up slim jims. This wouldn’t be quite so funny (odd, perhaps, but not funny), except last night she saw those in the individual packages and asked, in complete seriousness, if they were for dogs. No. Not quite. If she only knew… The do look like Pupperoni…