I realized this morning that I had a little bit more Christmas shopping to do, and while Michael was asleep, I slipped out of the house and went to Wally-world, a place I'd rather avoid at all costs, but hey, they had the item I needed, so off I went.
Two interesting things about my little attempt to slip out quietly.
One, I had forgotten to turn off the security alarm, so as I was leaving, the alarm blared out, nearly zapping me of what little hearing I have left, and certainly adding some more gray to my hair. Then I couldn't jab in the code quick enough. If Michael slept thru that, I fear for his hearing.
So I jumped in the car and headed out. I am driving along Henderson Road and I see a small animal in the road up ahead, so I slowed the car, thinking it was a squirrel. The little animal darted to the side of the road. I slowed down to look at it, thinking, nope, that's the ugliest cat I have ever seen, how sad.
But it wasn't a cat.Or a squirrel.
It was a FOX, y'all.
Wow.
That was some kind of cool, right there.
I tried to ignore the fact he was munching on roadkill.
I get to Wally-world and - praise to God - I found the items I was needing and headed home.
Later, I got my bangs cut. I look idiotic. I was chatting with the stylist and she chopped off too much hair. So I look ridiculous.I will be wearing a lot of hats for the next couple of weeks.
We leave the scissor-happy stylist, and I have to fill up the car, so we stop at Quik Trip.
I send Mike inside to get me some water, and I swipe my card and grab the hose thingy to put gas in my car. No gas. A young man in a Quik Trip uniform comes up to me, smirking, and says "Uh, M'am, you won't get any gas from this one" - and he holds up the end of the hose which has come loose form the supply thingy in the ceiling.
I move the car. A few minutes later Michael comes out. "Why did you move?" he asks.
"Go look at the pump where we were a minute ago," I tell him, tersely. He looks and walks back, grinning.
"OK, so that's what all the clerks inside were laughing about!"
So not funny. Santa is watching you laughing at yo mama, boy.
HE SEES YOU EVEN WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING!
Chew on that.
He said he's planning to wear a mohawk from now on. Fine.
