Middle-aged, middle class. Boring.
10:30 p.m.
It was one of those trips where it seemed as though obstacles were being thrown in my way. Buddy Boy and I left Hubby at the garage to retrieve the old car, while we went off to Costco to buy two things: ciabatta buns and small V8 juice cans. That's all. I came out with $135 worth of groceries. How does that happen? They had blueberries, nectarines (from Chile that smelled absolutely divine), we needed bread, I tried a sample of a vodka-lemonade cooler, so bought a raft of them, freezies were on special, as was albacore solid tuna. The list goes on and on.
Then we had to make it back to town so Buddy Boy could hand in his references for his job application at McDo�s before the supper rush. After getting all the red lights and stuck behind slow vehicles, we got there at 4:40, and then headed over to F0wler Industries where he had to pick up a tent (long story, next paragraph) where he had been told that someone would be there till 5:00 (we arrived at 4:45) only to find it locked up tight. BUT there was a man standing around outside who let us in and sure enough there was the tent. So we got it and went home.
My in-laws gave the kids this tent a while back which they've used from time to time for various camping outings. It was most recently used by my daughter, and it got left in her girlfriend�s car. The girlfriend is in Peru for the summer, working with the poor there, and Little Princess had to call the parents to arrange for the retrieval of said tent. Which is why we had to drive to her dad�s business to pick it up. That wasn�t so complicated, was it?
In the meantime, nothing is new. So there.
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