Oh, Wally World

I generally make it a rule of thumb to avoid Wal-Mart like the plague. When you go there, it's almost like entering a complete new universe. My local Wally World is the worst of the worst. It's small and it's always crowded. No matter what time you go, what day of the week- the masses are always there. And of course, there are only 3 cashier lanes open at any given time, so the line is always 20 people deep to check out.

I always pick out the rickety buggy with the one bum wheel that squeaks and moans like it's going to fall off at any given moment. Plus, it pulls to one direction or the other, so you have to push it sideways to make it go in a half-way straight line. It. Never. Fails. Then you have to drive like a Nascar driver to get around all of the oblivious people that must make Wal-Mart their one weekly activity that they relish- and take their dear time getting what they need. When I go in, I have a mission. I get in and I get out. No messing around to browse and shop. No thank you. I try to be courteous and get out of people's way if I am in front of something they need. I don't park my buggy in the middle of the aisle and chit chat with someone else, blocking the whole aisle. And don't even get me started on the children in there. It's like parents around the world feel that Wal-Mart is the discipline free zone and allow their kids to go buck wild in there, and harass the other shoppers. It's pure madness, I tell ya. Those Finding Bigfoot people should change their tactics of where they look for those things. I have a feeling there is probably a squatch or two lurking around a random Wal-Mart somewhere and the sad thing is, that no one would even notice. Heck, I bet one of them is actually featured on that People of Wal-Mart website. It's the perfect place to go purchase some Jack Links for a squatch. I digress.

I say all of this as a preface, just so you know- I don't do Wal-Mart. So, the fact that David and I went in there on Saturday is kind of a big deal and pigs were probably flying overhead while we were in there. The only reason we went in there was to go get the new Twilight DVD. I never saw it while it was in the theater and David was going to be sweet and watch it with me. Needless to say, there wasn't a single one on the shelf. Zip. Nada. None. I would say that they had sold out, but I really just have a feeling that someone was too lazy to restock the shelf. Strike one for this Wal-Mart adventure. Strike two was it taking 20 minutes to check out. Ridiculous.

However, there was a couple of redeeming things about this trip. One of those redeeming qualities really, had zero to do with Wal-Mart itself.

Yes, you see that correctly. It's the happiest time of the year! Girl Scout cookie time! Sadly, we were informed that there were no Thin Mint cookies to be found in Thomas County. They were all sold out. But I was still thrilled with our loot nonetheless- sans Thins Mints and all.
If you also notice in my picture, there are a few yellow colored drops of joy included.

I was so delighted to see that Wal-Mart had some Meyer Lemons for sale. Totally made my day. I love these bad boys. They are sooooo much better than the regular lemons that you normally buy at the grocery store. Usually, you have to beg some off of people who have a Meyer Lemon tree in their yard to get your hands on these things. So that really made the horrendous trip to Wal-Mart worth it all. I turned the proverbial lemons into lemonade, but for real!