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    Thursday, March 20, 2008

    Tales

    Ah, Wal-Mart.

    You may remember my post yesterday about not getting my kids dressed to go to Wal-Mart. Well, I went. And I did. Get them dressed, that is. But that doesn't mean that we didn't enjoy our Wally World experience any less.

    First, let me tell you that our WM is in Antioch, Il. Which is a teeny tiny border town full of lakes, and fishermen, of both water and ice, and one big honkin' high school. It's a weird town. And since it's a good 15 minutes away, their weirdness obviously has no influence on my cute little town.

    So I make my way from the very back of the parking lot, because we all know that when you go to WM, there is never anywhere to park but in the way back. And as I'm walking, I realize Gretta has lost yet another binky. Now for a little history. Meg and Gretta are a horrible binky tracking team. Gretta loses them, and Meg doesn't notice. We lost 2 on Friday. So the one that wanted to stay put in the WM parking lot was our last. No matter, I'll just buy 2 more while inside. So I stop at Dunkin' Donuts to buy donut holes and a Diet Pepsi, (because I'm back on the hooch), reciprocate the Greeter's friendly smile, and head to the baby isle. I find the cutest double pack of Mam's with pink and brown spots, and I can't believe it, they're the last ones! Heaven! I open the package and insert binky bliss into Gretta's open mouth. Now we can shop til we drop. Which is nothing compared to Meg and Jill, but I have my own shopping standards.

    Skip ahead an hour or so. I'm at the checkout line. Of course, the only one that is open, and I'm 3rd in line. Figures. I start unloading my full-to-the-brim cart onto the moving belt, and realize, again, Gretta has no binky. I search my surrounding area. Nope. I search through the remaining goods in the cart. Nope. Pockets. Nope. DOH! Gone. So I have a dilemma. I'm half unloaded, and there are people behind me. Do I just nix the whole binky thing altogether, or just buy the one remaining one and call it a day? Of course I just buy the one, I need at least one binky to get her through the night. So all the way home, I'm just mad. Not at anyone or really even about the binky in particular, just mad at WM and parking, and Antioch, and the car in front of me and yadda yadda yadda.

    So I arrive home, unload all the groceries, and go to lay Gretta down for her afternoon "nap". Nap meaning 15 minutes of her yelling from her crib that she is NOT taking a nap. After unloading groceries, I start picking up the toy room. Toys, garbage, shoes, socks, dollar bills(?), and, what is this? 2 binkies! Hallelujah! Suddenly I'm a happy woman. I'm easy to please, apparently.

    Moral of the story: Don't blame Antioch for crappy Wal-Mart parking and don't blame WM for lost binkies when all along they've been hiding right under your nose.

    Is that even a moral? Probably not, but next time I'm up thataway, I'll try my best not to be so nasty about it. I really do love the WM.

    8 Response(s):

    Meg said...

    Don't even get me started about the binkies!! Kids are hard enough to keep track off; binkies are impossible! Remember the one Jill lost at the Pancake House? Turns out I brought it home in the pocket of my coat. Oops.

    Laura said...

    Binkies should totally come with little tracking devices.

    amy k said...

    My last two never took binkies, how I miss that.

    Sounds like you just need a little TLC.

    Jill Johnson said...

    I was just going to tell you about the pancake house binky meg took home with her, but she beat me to it. I hate those binky leash things, but I am so tired of looseing them. why is it always the cute one too? the plain crappy ones stick around from birth until you take them away.

    Larissa said...

    Ditto to what Jill said about crappy binkies sticking around forever. My Hudson had one binky left and it was attached to a leash. We were on a flight home from No. Carolina to Burbank. He stands up and looks back to all the other passengers behind us and chucks his binky with the leash still attached and a winnie the pooh attached to that. No one seems to know where it went and I heard no yelps of painful binky attacks. After the flight, I check up and down the aisles and can't find it anywhere. It was gone. It's like it disappeared into an airplane abyss of sorts. He never took one again and I never gave it to him again. I have no idea how we survived it. Oh the good ole days. That's been 7 1/2 years ago and my last one took a thumb. Never lost that!

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    Larissa said...

    Sorry Keli about the multiple posts.