and the redneckiness continues...

Is it just me, or does everyone else spend more time chatting with long lost acquaintances at Walmart than they actually do shopping? Here's a list from this week, because I spent an unusually huge amount of time grocery shopping. (I don't want to talk about it.) Here's the list-- my senior year English teacher, my bishop from when I was a teenager, my visiting teaching companion, three people who were in wards that I have since moved out of, my actual MOM, and this one's my absolute favorite--I ran into the lady that teaches the spin class that I've been going to in the COOKIE AISLE! That's right. I said, "hey lady, you can pretend you don't know me, but we both know what you're doing here. I know what I'm doing here." And then I put my my one week supply of Oreos (two boxes) in the cart and walked away without another word.



A little sidenote: Here's what I'd like to happen one of these times: I would love it if I would run into my visiting teaching companion, and then while we're chatting have the people who we visit magically walk past. Wouldn't that be the BEST? I'm totally going to start taking my Ensign to Walmart just in case.



And I don't even LIKE Walmart. Every time I shop at there I swear I'll never go back but the Always Low Prices get me every time. I can't stand it. Sometimes when I'm feeling saucy I'll go to Albertson's and use my Aunt Cathy's phone number to get her Preferred Savings discount. And then the other day (confession time) I was awarded a 5% Off Your Next Shopping Trip coupon for having attained so many shopping points on my aunt's card. Now I have a moral dilemma. Do I do the "honest" thing and give my aunt her coupon, or do I do the "crappy niece" thing and use the coupon for my selfish self? It might save me a trip to Walmart. On the other hand, being honest might get me into heaven. Like I said, Moral Dilemma. What I'll probably do is give the coupon to my aunt and just suck it up and go to Walmart so that I can get caught up on my visiting teaching.

P.S. DJ got me a camera for my birthday! As soon as I figure out how to get the pictures from the camera to the cord to the computer and then finally to the blog, you will all see how much we haven't changed.

P.P.S. I haven't been going to spin class in the cookie aisle, my spin class instructor was in the cookie aisle. This is why I will never write for the New York Times.