I hit the Target tonight for the necessary dairy staple and helped out my best friend by picking up chips for her son's birthday party tomorrow, then grabbed some chocolate for another friend's housewarming gift and THEN discovered one of my favorite wines (Chateau Ste. Michelle Gewurtztraminer [I really like saying that with my Frau Blucher accent]) on sale for $5.49. But I didn't feel judged at all in the checkout line, mainly because it was 8:15 p.m. and the checker was just ready to go home, not worry about my items. Though she did card me; I immediately prayed for a thousand blessings on her.
This post is essentially my online version of a lost grocery list; if it were on actual paper and dropped outside the store, someone might send it in to Found Magazine and speculate on my hormonal cycle.
Please feel free to skip that step.
