I am so guilty. I am…AN UNSHOPPER! Dun dun dun. Do you do this? You know what I mean. You get to the store, try really hard to stick to your list but of course a few treats or other things you “need” slip in the cart. Then, by the end of the trip you find yourself digging around in your cart pulling stuff out you can’t afford. I am notorious for this. I once with shopping to Sams Club with some friends for my husbands birthday party . I picked up a big bag of cups, then 15 feet away I found a better deal on cups so I put them in my cart, pulled the other bag out and stuffed it in the spot I was. One of the people I was with gave me a look of total and utter disgust. She picked up the cups and ran back placing them exactly where they belonged, neatly stacked with the rest. The remainder of the trip was spent with me putting stuff in the cart, going two isles over and finding something that was a better price, or tastier, and removing what was in my cart only to have this girl pick it up, run five isles over and put it right back in it’s spot.
I do this at the grocery store all the time and it makes my husband crazy. Usually when I’m grocery shopping at the end of the trip about ten feet from the check out I will go through my cart and figure out what I don’t want and hide it all in a pile on a shelf. The worst I ever did was have the butcher give me a London Broil and then have Rob text that he doesn’t like that. I walked five isles over and shoved it on a shelf and went on my merry shopping way.
I went shopping with my friend Alli one day and I began unpacking and hiding my stuff. She asked me if I was “unshopping?” I was sooo excited to hear her say that. I WAS NOT ALONE. I was not the only person on the planet who did this. And since she did it too that totally made it okay. I loved shopping with her because we could unshop together. My husband did not appreciate my unshopping as much. I have even been known to shove a shirt or two behind some cereal boxes.
So. Yesterday at Walmart I made a big effort to unshop in the right area. I put my juice back in the cold area. I put my pork rub in the bbq sauce isle because that is the same, right” I had to put the coffee back in the right spot because someone was looking at me. I stuck the can soup near the chicken broth isle because broth and soup are basically the same. Towards the end I had a few more refrigerated things, so to be the good Samaritan that I am I walked to the front of the store where they have the cold cases of weird condiments etc and nicely put it all there. I was so proud of myself knowing that stuff wouldn’t be ruined.
So tell me do you unshop? Am I horrible person for unshopping? Do you have any naughty shopping secrets? Are you that person who steals a few grapes just to make sure they are safe (I am also guilty)?
In other news I was driving down the road listening to the radio when this song came on,
It is by Trey Songz – LOL
I love fisherprice.
804 335 0051,
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face
(Soulja Boy Tell em)
804 335 0051,
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face
(Gucci)
(Chrous)
Shorty just text me, says she want to sex me
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face
Shorty sent a twitpic saying come and get this,
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face
she message me on myspace told me she loved me, she txting my phone 4.30 in da morning
That is the chorus. Umm. Have we hit a new low in music when there is a song with LOL and Twitpic in the lyrics? It doesn't even have a good beat so I can't even rock out to the bullshit lyrics.
Then we brought this toy in for Codi this morning

This is Tumble Time Tigger. He does cartwheels and hip shakes and head stands, while singing "Can't Touch This." Codi changed the lyrics to "Won't Touch This." Y'all he is terrified of this fucking doll. He ran away jumped in my lap and yelled at it to STOP and go way. My mom and I were cracking up. Of course we also turned it on about six more times because it was so funny. What kind of kid is afraid of Tigger?
I have my meeting with the trainer dude today. To do the evaluation. Do you think I can wear spanx to the meeting? He would probably know when he takes that little pincher thing to pinch my large amount of belly fat and tell me what a fatty mcfat I am. But, maybe if I bought the skin color one he wouldn't know. However, I would have to buy them for my thighs too, because I don't even want to know the circumference of my thighs, or arms, or waist. I have tiny ankles do you think he will measure my ankles? Everyone, say a prayer that he measures my ankles K, that way I don't look like I'm made of 100% jello shoved in a balloon. A very stretched out balloon..with C-section scars and cottage cheese legs.
posted on Oct. 13, 2009
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