I. Need. To. Slow. Down.

Seriously, I do.  I walked out of the store leaving one of my shopping bags in the cart.  Again.  Remember Hobby Lobby?  That was only a few of weeks ago.  Thankfully, another fine shopper turned it in to the customer service desk so I won't lose out on the mechanical pencils for my students for Valentine's Day and all the supplies for the present I need to finish making my project for Mike.  (More on that later!)  If I would slow down a little maybe I would stop leaving my bags in carts at stores.

And all this was after the cashier called me "young lady."   She was only in her forties.  I am not that young.  Not "young lady" young anyway.  She was just miffed that I wanted her to combine my twelve bags into three for my ten small items.  And then I put the Oreo's on top of the marshmallows.  "We put those under the marshmallows young lady! I just bag how I would like my groceries bagged."  Excuse me for not wanting twelve plastic bags. 

Speaking of Oreo's.  I don't usually eat them.  Well, not the plain ones.  Only the flavored ones.  I I just couldn't resist these.

I needed to know if they were really birthday cake flavored or if they just had sprinkles inside of them. One whiff when you open that bag is all you need to know that these are truly cake flavored.  And anyone who knows me knows that on the rare occasions that I eat ice cream, it's usually cake batter ice cream.  And I prefer the actual cake batter to the cake itself.  Go out and buy yourself a bag today.