I looked in my cart at Wal-Mart today and realized it had nothing healthy in it whatsoever. What's sadder is I decided to count my Scooby-Doo popsicles "made with real milk" and went on to the line. I ate two already and they were good. I didn't get to eat either of my two boxes of candy that the checkout lady forgot to include until after I'd already swiped my card. I may be a sweet freak, but I was not about to use my bank card to buy 2 bucks worth of candy cause "it already went through and if you want them you'll have to buy them separately." Urgh. And she told me to "have a nice day". I'm sorry, but it's not a nice day when you don't let me have my candy.
I think Earl (the winning name for my mocking-whatever) might be really stupid. We had this horrendous thunderstorm earlier this evening. But I could still hear him out there, still singing his little heart out, trying to drown out the thunder, I suppose. Perhaps I should make this clear: I am not a country girl, I much prefer my TV and computer to the "sounds of nature," and it's probably a good thing Earl and I will be parting company in a few weeks. OK, be honest: That whole thing sounded just slightly ridiculous, didn't it? That's what happens when I don't get my candy!