We started the day by telling HH he had to stay in the bedroom until we called him. If only that would work every weekend. We gave him gifts from The Devil's Playground of NASCAR hat/T-shirt combos, some NASCAR Hot-Wheelish cars for his collection in the NASCAR bathroom, a Red Dawn Collector's Edition DVD, and a zippered NASCAR beer-bottle zip-up cooler cup thingy. Not that we're racist or bitter...but we DO cling to our guns, if not religion.
The Pony and I went to The Devil's Playground to do a bit of shopping, in which The Pony bought himself a computer game. I bought some rib-eye steaks, since we were making HH cook his own Father's Day meal. I do not like to buy meat at The Devil's Playground. It's not that great. And they do some funky irradiating thingy that makes it last abnormally long. I prefer to buy my meat at Save-A-Lot, even when there is no crazy lady following me around telling me I am SO PRETTY. Not just any Save-A-Lot, though. Only the one in my town. The one in my mom's town is not so great.
I have issues with the 1000-year old checker. She bagged my bags wrong. Normally, they put two or three items in those flimsy bags, so I have a bazillion to carry in the Mansion when I get home. I hate plastic bags. She put two cans of soup and two cans of Pringles in a bag together. But that's not the issue, that flopping-over, Pringle-breaking bag. No, my issue was my fruit and vegetable bag. And there was only ONE. She stuffed 4 ears of corn, still in its husk with tassels and everything, 4 Red Delicious apples, 3 Granny Smith apples, and a bunch of 7 bananas all in one plastic bag! A regular size bag! Of course, once I herniated myself carrying it in the Mansion, I set it on the table, and a Granny Smith rolled out, went over the edge, and smashed itself against the floor. Granny, I hardly knew ye!
That's all the ranting I have time for. Ice Road Truckers are back, you know.
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Aah, Red Dawn. That's my absolute favorite documentary.
I wasn't in your hometown yesterday, so you could've gone to the Save-a-Lot without worrying about me following you around. I was too busy visiting my local ER because it'd only been four days since I'd been there. I'll try to let you know my itinerary from now on so you don't have to buy nuclear meat from The Man.
Stewyouaresoclosetothetruth,
Back in the 80s, that was a very plausible scenario.
Diva,
I checked in early this afternoon, and saw that Sam had a bout of middlin' pain. When it rains, it pours. I also saw the national radar map this morning, and it looked like y'all are hoggin' some more thunderstorms.
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