I want to start off by saying that
junk food grocery shopping is no small feat when you are 38 weeks pregnant. It's hard to maneuver down the crowded isles without knocking people into shelves, and pushing a shopping cart while waddling should be an Olympic Sport. Add a 5 year old in the mix and you have yourself one dandy time at the grocery story. Totally sarcastic.
I'm pretty sure all I got was Red Bull (I paid for two cases but only made it home with one) and potato chips. Hey, I keep telling him to hire a nanny so really it's not my fault. A few more shopping trips like this and my wish just may come true.
Leaving the parking lot, sweetly
yelling asking for my 5 year old to buckle up, and trying to answer a text message with the one hand that's not on the steering wheel - I see it. Then, I died.
Because you only see stuff like this in Kentucky.
This almost made my whole shopping trip worthwhile. Almost.