Nothing To Do With Dogs...

but Maggie Mae is just so darned pretty, I had to share.  She stands quietly waiting on her master as I did yesterday...the ending was different for me and hubby.  I left him behind.

It was a long delayed visit to Wal Mart...I can't believe I use to enjoy going there.  The toothpaste tube had been rolled to the end, the laundry was being done with dish soap and the dogs were hungry so I had to go.

Hubby had planned to go but he fell asleep while I was showering.  His recliner is installed with a nap gas that automatically dispenses every time he reclines. I am not waking the bear, so I head out alone.

I think there is a  Wal Mart rule that people must park where you need to look...are they physic?  Do they say, okay, here she comes, let me stand here for twenty minutes to decide when green bean I want or which vitamin is better.  I am always aware of the other person and park my buggy to accommodate the traffic but many are not that aware.  It really makes me hope they are not driving through when I leave the parking lot.

Okay, Gail, hush, you pulled weeds a few days ago, don't let more sprout!

I have a system.  I have a list.  I power shop.  That list is in the order of the store and section and I can fly through Wal Mart in twenty minutes and fill that buggy full.  The longest amount of time I spent in any one spot, not counting the times I waited for that spot, were the dog collar section.  Ki-Anne is growing and her collar is adjusted every few days but I bought no collar, nor leash, nor a crate ($69).  We are just gonna have to wing it with what we have.

Now shopping with hubby is a whole other game.  He stays with me as long as he can stand it then he hears automotive or fishing or hunting calling him.  He says, I'm gonna run over here and get...Okay.

Got your cell phone.

Yep.

Got it on.

Nope.

Where you going?

I am headed to shampoos, then cleaning supplies, then food.

Okay, I'll catch up.

WELL, it never fails, no matter what size the store is, he loses me.  That is what he says, every time, I lost you!  I remind him there are signs at the end of each isle stating what is on that isle...but I've been looking all over for you.  What's the big deal, I think, you've found me, but he always has to say it one more time, "I lost you!"

I really prefer for him to find me, at the front, waiting for him to carrry his arm load of whatever he could not live without.  If he "finds" me in the meat section, it is over with.  Giant family packages of meat are heaped into the buggy because it looks soooooooooooo good. (He's a meat and potatoes man).

This day was different, I was in and out.  Everything on my list was purchased in order.  No odds and ends from the hunting or fishing supply.  No extraordinary new product that is better than every thing that has come before.

I got home and he was pouting...I had to unload the car by myself.  He had some things he needed, I should have tried harder to wake him, he had wanted to go.

...and the worse thing is, I have to return to Wal Mart with him!!!!  Sure hope I don't lose him when housewares calls my name.