Maybe I'll win the next lottery

I woke up this morning to the sound of the wind blowing against my windows. Made me happy to snuggle deeper into my nice warm bed. I figured I had better get up and get the day going, after all, it was noon. I had put myself on a strict budget and also a strict diet and, unfortunately, I had to go to the grocery store so that, you know, I could have something to eat. And if it was something healthy, well that would be a plus. If you know me at all, you know I absolutely HATE grocery shopping. Usually, I will go after work so that I have to deal with very few people, no children, and can crop dust the shit out of those aisles. Well, I went during the middle of the afternoon. Big mistake. There were massive amounts of people there, stocking up before the frigid temperatures stranded people in their homes. Kids were in my way, people were walking too slow, and at one point, apparently some kid tried to get naked in the store. I'm pretty sure the kid was just taking off his jacket, but the mother was over reacting. Cocaine will do that to ya, kids. Remember that. Stay clean. Anyways, I painfully made my way up and down the aisles, trying to get the hell out of there as fast as I could. I was pretty proud of myself for not buying a whole lot of crap. I actually had fruit and vegetables in my cart. Ok, I MAY have also bought a pepsi, but hey, thats what the fruit balances out.... right? I'm pretty sure that's how it works. I head to the check out and when I see how long each line is, a slew of obscenities race through my mind. But here is where the joyous moment comes into play. I begrudgingly take my spot in line and settle in for what is sure to be the longest process of the day. To my chagrin, the manager comes up to me (yeah, his tag said manager.... unless that's what his name is) and said "I can help you right here ma'am" and pointed to the empty lane next to the one I was in. My face must have lit up like a christmas tree! Yep, I thanked that guy a time or seven. I hurry and bag my shit and get the hell out of there! Not too shabby. 

Ben made his way over after I had gotten back from the store. I had just finished lunch and laid down on the couch for a mid afternoon nap, when he burst through the door and said "Well, lets get going!". He wanted to go to Michaels. Yep, you read that right. HE WANTED TO GO TO MICHAELS. How could I say no to that! It was a day for miracles! So much so, that I thought I better buy a lotto ticket. Guess I used all my luck at the grocery store. I didn't win. But there's always next time!!