Is it Christmas yet?

Tuesday I had 20 minutes before kid pick-up time. I needed Q-tips, beer and bird seed. That's either three stops or...the dreaded W word, and I FOOLISHLY thought I could pull this off.

I was standing there in the midst of redneck Christmas desperation and realized..."It takes a special kind of stupid to be here right now."

But THEN I decided that if you're in the position to need Q-tips, bird seed and beer bad enough to have to make a stop then...MAYBE I WAS IN THE RIGHT PLACE!!

Oh, y'all...there are people who don't need to be reproducing and THEY'RE ALL IN WALMART. Together.


City Girl said…
That's where they hook up, dontchaknow?

Walmart is the white trash Club Med.